He Used My Trauma As A Wedding Eve Entertainment Chapter 09

He Used My Trauma As A Wedding Eve Entertainment Chapter 09

The doctor clenched his jaw before speaking. 

“Because she briefly stopped breathing, her brain suffered from oxygen deprivation, which likely caused some neurological damage.” 

“She seems to have… lost part of her memory. At this point, it appears everything after college is 

missing.” 

“Our best guess is trauma–related memory suppression. Her mind may be rejecting painful memories on purpose…” 

Graham’s face drained of what little color it had 

left, his voice trembling violently. 

“You mean she forgot me?” 

“She forgot everything between us?” 

“She erased our relationship like it was something 

filthy she wanted out of her life?” 

Panic hit him all at once. 

“No. That’s impossible.” 

He ignored the frantic protests of the medical 

staff, completely blind to the agonizing pain 

tearing through his own broken body. 

He ripped out his IV, tore off the monitoring leads, 

and staggered straight into the room next door. 

“Mira!” 

When Graham burst into my hospital room, I was 

propped up against the bed, laughing carelessly at a trashy reality show playing on the television. 

“Wow, TV got so much funnier while I was gone. 

Who comes up with this stuff? These people are 

insane.” 

I was in the middle of cracking another joke when 

his shadow fell over the doorway. 

I gave him one glance, then leaned toward the 

nurse and whispered, “Did that guy get the wrong 

room?” 

He froze like he’d been struck by lightning. 

“Mira… you really don’t remember me?” 

I looked at him with open confusion. “Should I? 

Are you friends with my parents or something? 

Some kind of relative?” 

“Sorry. The doctors said I hurt my head, so 

apparently all the bad memories got wiped out.” 

Every ounce of composure shattered across his features, leaving him looking like a whimpering, abandoned stray. 

“No. No, this isn’t right. Mira, you’ll remember. You have to.” 

Then he got emotional and tried to explain that he 

was my husband. 

I almost laughed. 

“Sir, come on. How old are you? My parents don’t 

even let me date.” 

“And you’re definitely not my type.” 

“Don’t try to take advantage of my memory loss. 

and make stuff up.” 

That only made him more frantic. 

He opened his mouth to keep explaining, but I 

tilted my head and asked in an innocent voice, “By 

the way, do you know where my parents are?” 

“The doctors and nurses won’t tell me.” 

“They love me way too much not to show up. If 

they knew I’d been in a car accident, they’d be 

freaking out…” 

The room went dead silent. 

Every word Graham had been about to say 

disappeared in his throat. 

“They… they’re busy.” 

I looked at him, worry spreading across my face. 

“Tell me the truth. Did something happen to 

them?” 

“Because if they’re gone… what’s the point of me 

even being alive?” 

As I started crying, Graham fled the room. 

He didn’t know how to answer me. 

Or maybe he knew and just didn’t have the courage to say it out loud. 

So instead, he comforted himself with lies. 

Maybe it was a good thing I had forgotten. 

Maybe if I never remembered the pain, there would 

be nothing left standing between us. 

Maybe he could make me fall in love with him all 

over again. 

But then another thought rose up, dark and 

immediate. 

Vivienne. 

As long as she existed, she was a threat. 

If she pushed me too far and I remembered what he’d done to me, what she’d done to my mother… 

No. 

Everything was Vivienne’s fault. 

If he punished her hard enough, if he made sure 

she could never open her mouth again, then 

maybe he could finally feel safe. 

And even if she did remember one day, avenging 

her mother would surely wash away half of her 

wrath..