He Used My Trauma As A Wedding Eve Entertainment Chapter 10

He Used My Trauma As A Wedding Eve Entertainment Chapter 10

Inside the Whitmore estate, Vivienne had been locked away for several days. 

By the time Graham had himself wheeled in, she looked haggard and half–crazed. 

The second she saw him, she lunged forward like 

a drowning woman catching a life vest and clutched at his hand. 

“Graham, you can’t do this to me. I was helping you. Everything I did was for you-” 

His face turned cold. He shook her off and 

ordered the guards to force her to the ground. 

“You vicious bitch. I was blind to ever let you 

manipulate me.” 

“Why? Why were you this cruel? Why did you have 

to destroy what Mira and I had?” 

Vivienne laughed and cried at the same time, hysteria splitting her voice. 

“You’re blaming me? Why the hell is this on me? 

Did I force you to hurt her? Did I force you to crawl into my bed?” 

His face flushed with rage. “Shut up. Even now, 

you’re still making excuses?” 

He grabbed her by the hair, eyes wild. 

“I only wanted closure. If you hadn’t lied to me…” 

Vivienne threw her head back and laughed harder, 

completely unhinged. 

“You really think dumping all this on me changes. 

what you are underneath?” 

“You’re greedy. You’re shameless. You’re rotten.” 

“If you loved her so much, how could you hurt her? 

How could you betray her?” 

“All that crap about closure? That was just an 

excuse you made up so you could cheat without 

feeling guilty.” 

Graham snapped. 

Humiliated and furious, he ordered the guards to 

beat her. 

“You poisonous bitch. You hurt Mira, and now 

you’re still trying to smear me?” 

Vivienne sneered through the pain. 

“Yeah, I’m poison. I’m exactly the kind of bitch you 

say I am. So what?” 

“I hated Mira. I wanted her gone. What about it?” 

“Why did she get to become the future Mrs. Whitmore? Why did she get to stand above me?” 

“Before your engagement, my parents practically 

begged your family for a corporate merger 

through marriage so we could stabilize our 

finances, and your parents turned it down because 

my private life was ‘too messy.” 

She let out a bitter laugh. 

“And that bitch was somehow cleaner than me? 

She got ruined by a gang of drunks too, didn’t 

she?” 

“So why did something dirty and low like her get 

everything I ever wanted?” 

For a second, Graham looked genuinely stunned. 

It seemed he had never imagined that all her hatred toward me came from something so pathetically petty. 

“You’re insane. You’re completely insane.” 

Vivienne burst out laughing again. “That’s right. 

I’m crazy. I’m vicious. At least I admit it.” 

“But you? You’re a coward.” 

“Do you dare admit what’s inside you? Do you dare 

say out loud how disgusting your thoughts really 

are?” 

“Mira was right. You make people sick.” 

“She sees you now for what you are. Even if she 

came back from the dead, do you think she’d ever 

want you again?” 

That was it. 

Graham lost control completely. 

He lunged at her and wrapped both hands around 

her throat. 

“Shut up. Shut the hell up.” 

“You’re the one who ruined everything. You’re the 

one who destroyed it all.” 

“If you’d just stay silent forever, Mira would love 

me again…” 

By then he had gone completely mad. 

He only came back to himself after Vivienne 

stopped moving. 

After she stopped breathing. 

He jolted back like he’d just woken from a 

nightmare. 

Then he drew a breath and coldly gave the order, 

“Get rid of the body. Do it clean. I don’t want anything tying this back to me.” 

“The Shaws still need the Whitmores right now. They won’t dare do anything. And if they want to push this, then they can find out exactly how ruthless I can be.” 

But before anyone could move, the doors burst 

open. 

Armed officers stormed inside. 

“Hands where we can see them!” 

Graham froze. 

Then, as his eyes fell upon me rolling into the 

room in a police–escorted wheelchair, his pupils 

shrank to pinpricks. 

“Mira… you didn’t lose your memory?” 

“You were faking all of it?” 

I said nothing at first. 

Then I nodded. 

He knew me well. 

Just like I knew him. 

I had known exactly what he would do. He would shift the blame. He would dump everything on 

Vivienne. He would lose his temper, cover his tracks, and try to bury the truth. 

And just like him, I used that knowledge. 

I took the trust he thought he still had in me and drove the knife in deep. 

“Lies have no hiding place in a court of law. Take that disgusting love of yours and rot in hell.” 

Outside, the sun was still shining. 

For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt a 

little warmth. 

It was over.