Accidentally Ever After Chinese Drama Novels & Stories

"I get it. But hey, maybe you just need to meet them in person. You never know, you might click with one of them." I shrugged. "Maybe. But then I think about Sarah..." Cameron's ears perked up. "Sarah? Who's Sarah?" "Sarah's the girl I accidentally hit with my car a few weeks ago," I said, wincing at the memory. "I was driving home from a meeting and didn't see her crossing the street. It was a pretty bad accident, but luckily she's okay." Cameron's eyes widened in surprise. "Whoa, that's crazy! I had no idea."

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Chloe Like the calm before the storm, my life resembled the safe harbor since Gabriel Miller became part of it. And just like a cloudless, sunny day could unexpectedly turn into a dark blizzard that destroyed everything in its way, so did my life veer suddenly, and happiness was replaced by sorrow. Maybe I should’ve seen it coming. Maybe I should’ve known from the beginning that good things cannot last forever, and what Gabe and I had was far beyond good. It was perfect! Therefore, it was doomed from the start.

My face felt hot as I recalled the events of last night, the awkwardness of it all lingering in my mind. Trying to avoid any more awkwardness, I grabbed two packs of pads and a box of tampons, quickly placing them in my basket. “Just getting these,” I said, forcing a nervous laugh. “So I gathered,” he nodded, his smirk never fading. By then, most of the onlookers who had gathered to witness my clumsy moment had returned to their own shopping. It was just Russo and me left in the aisle, and I couldn’t decide which felt more awkward—him paying for my morning-after pill or him watching me add sanitary products to my cart.

He exhaled, gathering the courage he never thought he would need for this moment. "Olive, I never meant to keep this from you…" His voice was low, rough with emotion, but he pressed on. "But you see, Sonia… she was my ex-girlfriend. We were both involved in a ghastly accident that left her in a coma for a year. She didn’t make it. She… she died." Olive’s eyes widened as if trying to process the impossible. She blinked rapidly, confusion flickering across her pale features, as though searching for a lie, for a trick—something to make this revelation make sense.

“Annette Vasquez and Vicente Di’ Alberto, I pronounce you man and bride. You may kiss the bride.” I didn't think we would kiss. Before I can think of how to escape this part of the show, Ann grabs me closer to her, a smile still tugging on her face, making her extremely beautiful. I realize I didn't see her smile at all yesterday. Suddenly, she slams her lips on mine, and I lose it.

The man, who bore an uncanny resemblance to Alexander, held us both close, his expression beaming with pride. "Who are they?" Sarah gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Your parents," Alexander answered, his voice heavy with emotion. "This was taken a few months before the accident." The picture felt like a punch to the gut, a tangible connection to a life I no longer remembered. A wave of grief washed over me, an ache for parents I couldn't even mourn properly. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring the image. My gaze met Alexander's, and for a moment, all I saw was understanding and a hint of shared pain. Was he grieving his friends, the parents of the girls he had accidentally married?

His hand slipped from mine as they wheeled him into the ER, and I was left outside, staring at blood that wasn’t mine all over my skin. I called Bianca. My voice broke as I stammered the words: accident, hospital, hurry. By the time she arrived, I was collapsed on a bench, weeping like a child. She pulled me into her arms, whispering promises Damien would be fine, but I couldn’t believe it. Not until I saw him open his eyes again. Hours passed. Clara came. His father pressed a coffee into my shaking hands. They tried to comfort me, but guilt gnawed at me like a hungry beast.

Some few minutes later Erica barged in, Jennifer tried to apologize but Erica cuts her in. "You always do this Jen" she yelled, her voice filled with frustration. "You never have time for me, it's always one excuse or the other. Just when I decide to give you a chance to redeem yourself, you go ahead and do this again". Jennifer listened ntensively to her sister, her anger was justified. "I'm sorry Erica, you see I was in an accident and lost track of time" "Rightt,the misfortunes always happen whenever you're supposed to be with me" Erica interrupts. "I already made dinner before hand, have yours and don't wait for me, I'm heading out after I take a shower."

she demanded, casting a scathing glare at the suited man, “Mistaken identity, I tell you. So Get lost! She wrapped an arm around Sienna’s shoulder, ushering her away from the stranger and towards the other side of the dance floor. “Damn weirdo,” Mackenzie muttered under her breath. “He had to be on something. You okay, girl?” The dizzying combination of alcohol, dancing, and the adrenalin rush from the sudden confrontation with the suited stranger had finally gotten to Sienna. With Mackenzie venturing off to relieve herself, Sienna stumbled slightly as she sat on the bar stool with Mackenzie.