He Used My Trauma As A Wedding Eve Entertainment Chapter 07

He Used My Trauma As A Wedding Eve Entertainment Chapter 07

Vivienne’s face changed instantly. 

Before she could even react, several security 

guards swarmed her on his orders, pinning her 

arms behind her back. 

He didn’t spare her a second glance. Gritting his 

teeth, he barked at the medical team, “Why are you 

stopping? Keep working on her!” 

“Mira can’t be gone. She promised she’d love me 

for the rest of her life. She promised we’d grow old 

together.” 

“Wake her up. She would never leave me like this.” 

He never finished the sentence. 

Blood burst from his mouth. 

His body tilted, then collapsed. 

At last, he felt what I had felt. 

As his consciousness faded, the past began 

flashing before him in vivid, merciless detail. 

It was as if he had been thrown straight back to 

the day we first met. 

“Mira, maybe you don’t remember anymore. But 

from that day on, my world stopped being 

colorless.” 

Back then, Graham had already been one of the 

most talked–about men on campus. 

Wealthy. Distant. Disciplined. 

The kind of man everyone noticed, but no one felt 

they could reach. 

He had been raised under elite expectations, 

groomed step by step to become the perfect heir 

to the Whitmore family. 

He had no interest in the childish games of people 

his age, and even less in pointless flirtations or 

messy college romance. 

His roommates used to joke that he should help 

out at freshman orientation and meet a few pretty 

girls, but he never cared. 

Then one day, while crossing campus on his usual 

route to the library, he saw one of those same 

roommates showing a freshman around. 

She was wearing a simple white dress, bright–eyed 

and full of life as she listened to the campus tour. 

And Graham stopped walking. 

Something had hit him square in the chest. 

Especially when I passed by him, smiled politely, 

and nodded as I followed his roommate along. 

That smile stayed with him. 

“She had the prettiest smile I’d ever seen.” 

That same night, for the first time in his life, he 

asked a roommate for a girl’s contact info and got 

laughed at for it by half the dorm. 

But he had no idea how to pursue anyone. 

So all he could do was watch me from a distance. 

And the more he learned about me, the harder he 

fell. 

I was optimistic. Warm. Strong. Gentle. 

It was as if every good word in the language had 

been made for me. 

He engineered one chance encounter after another until we slowly grew familiar, and just 

seeing me smile each day was enough to make 

him absurdly happy. 

And then, right when he was about to ask me to an art exhibit that weekend and finally tell me how he 

felt, the nightmare struck. 

He had asked himself more than once whether he 

had ever truly looked down on me. 

At least back then, the answer had been no. 

When that tragedy befell her, Graham had been devastated. And beneath the pain, there had been 

nothing but heartbreak for me. 

Why? 

Why did it have to be his girl? 

Why did someone like me have to suffer like that? 

When he saw how pale and hollow I had become, 

when he saw the light vanish from my eyes, it had 

felt like someone was carving his heart open from 

the inside. 

All he had wanted was to hold me and protect me 

from everything. 

Unfounded rumors soon began tearing through 

the campus. 

Some people pitied me. Others viciously 

slandered her with malice. 

Graham had used every hard–edged tactic he 

knew to shut the rumors down, and at the same 

time, he had leveraged every connection he had to 

bring in a trauma specialist from overseas, hoping 

someone could help ease the damage that had 

been done to me. 

But the men who had hurt me panicked when the 

pressure closed in. 

And when they lashed out, Graham found an 

opening he never should have wanted. 

A selfish part of him thought that now with her family gone, she would have no one else to turn to. 

She would belong entirely to him. 

And in the end, things had unfolded almost exactly the way he wanted. 

The girl he loved most placed her absolute trust in him completely under his careful protection and handed him her whole heart. 

We had lived through what should have been the happiest chapter of our lives. 

We grew together. Planned a future together. 

We had imagined marriage over and over, until it 

felt as perfect and unreachable as a dream. 

So when had it all started to rot?