He Used My Trauma As A Wedding Eve Entertainment Chapter 08

He Used My Trauma As A Wedding Eve Entertainment Chapter 08

Was it because Vivienne entered our lives? 

No. 

She had always been there. 

The Whitmores and the Shaws had known each 

other for years, and she and Graham had grown 

up in the same circle. In that sense, yes, they were childhood friends. 

But maybe because they had known each other 

too long, Graham had always treated her more like. 

an annoying younger sister than anything else. 

As they got older, their lives drifted apart. They still 

crossed paths, but not often, and not closely. 

If anything, part of him had started to dislike her. 

After studying abroad, Vivienne’s love life had 

become a running joke in their social circle. She 

cycled through boyfriends like she changed. 

outfits. 

To Graham, love was supposed to be loyal. Clean. 

Exclusive. 

If Mira had trusted him with her whole heart, then 

he was supposed to honor that trust and take 

responsibility for her. 

And yet, after he finally convinced his parents to 

accept the engagement, Vivienne suddenly took a 

sharp interest in him. 

She kept finding excuses to drag him out to parties and private clubs, telling him he ought to enjoy himself before marriage locked him down. 

“Most people in our world end up in arranged corporate marriages,” she would whisper. 

“What you have with her is charity. But do you really think she’s pure? We’re 

“We’re just out having fun. Why does she get to police your life? Does she seriously have no 

self–awareness?” 

“You spoil her way too much. Keep this up and 

she’ll suffocate you.” 

“She got to have a past, but you’re supposed to stay spotless for her? How is that fair?” 

“Don’t you have any regrets at all? Don’t you ever feel like she owes you more than she’s given?” 

At first, Graham never wavered. 

Even when he watched his engaged or married 

friends fool around openly in members–only 

lounges, women draped over both arms, he felt 

nothing but indifference. 

But somewhere along the way, the demon in his 

heart was unleashed. 

Maybe it started the night someone left lipstick on 

his shirt and I quietly asked him not to go to 

places like that anymore. 

Or when he attended an event with Vivienne and 

gossip sites caught them in staged–looking 

intimate photos, and I asked him to keep his 

distance from her. 

Or the night he got drunk with Vivienne, let things. get too familiar, and I showed up to take him home with my anger written all over my face. 

And little by little, his resentment grew. 

“What gives her the right?” 

“She owes me so much. How can she lean on my 

love for her and still tell me what I can and can’t 

do?” 

“How much of her love was ever real?” 

“I never actually cheated the way other men do, 

and still she acts like this. How is that fair?” 

No one knew how long Graham had been 

unconscious before he jolted awake, drenched in 

sweat. 

“Mira…” 

The medical staff rushed into the room at once. 

“Mr. Whitmore, calm down. Your injuries are still 

severe. You can’t move like this.” 

But he could barely hear them. 

Those memories had surfaced again and again. 

while he lay unconscious, forcing him to relive the 

depth of what he had once felt for me. 

“I’m a monster,” he choked out. “How could I 

become just like the men who hurt her? How could 

I do this to Mira?” 

He grabbed the doctor’s hand with shaking 

fingers. 

“Where is she? Where’s Mira?” 

“I want to see her. Right now.” 

The staff exchanged uneasy looks and hesitated. 

Graham’s face went white. His hands started 

trembling violently. 

“Mira… did she really leave me? Is she really gone 

for good?” 

The doctor hurried to reassure him. “No, no, Mr. 

Whitmore, don’t misunderstand.” 

“You’ve been unconscious for five full days. 

Fortunately, after extensive emergency treatment, 

Ms. Sullivan woke up too.” 

Relief flooded his face so quickly it was almost 

painful to watch. 

Thank God. Mira was alive. 

Then he caught the hesitation in the doctor’s 

expression. 

His voice turned tight. “What do you mean, 

‘fortunately‘?”