Michael Symon Wife Accident Novels & Stories

"I don't have too... In five months were together, you shown me nothing but nice and great things... you're wonderful___" "Than your husband?" "Yes. He's nothing compare to you." "Don't say that, he's a good man." Nathan speaks it from the bottom of his heart. "But tell me, did your wife left you because of the accident?" she ask again that right then he thought that it was the best answers. Since it was not a lie, it was the truth. Kimberly left because of the accident. She was sick, with amnesia while he was in a coma for nine months unable to help her.

“You did not killed anybody, Rara. It was a accident. An accident—“ “IT WAS NOT! NONE OF THIS WAS AN ACCIDENT!” I wailed, agony seeping through my chest. I…so couldn’t breathe. “It wasn’t an accident, Tobias.” I cried clutching his arms as I looked into his dark eyes. His brows narrowed as he looked at me with trepidation and confusion. “They killed him.” The room was silent, my breathless sobs rising. Tobia’s warm hands turned cold, his grip on me losened for a second as he stared in distance.

"The moment Zac's wife learned what had happened, she stormed into the hospital. Maybe it was because she couldn't have children of her own—when she saw Michael, she lost control. "Michael, never one to hold his tongue, pointed at her and started cursing. "Enraged, she lashed out, and in that instant of chaos, she pushed him down the staircase. Michael died on the spot. "Afterward, Zac's family tried everything to win forgiveness for his wife and lighten her punishment. They offered half a million in compensation, and Lauren accepted it.

James inquired "He lost a lot of blood... I can't say anything just yet because he is under strict observation..." Cecile placed her palm over her mouth muffling her cries. she wondered which of their enemies had casted such an evil eye on their happiness. "And what about my wife?" mark asked worriedly. "She is okay and awake you can see her now" the doctor announced and almost immediately mark dashed off. Dylan turned to Steven and James, he knew something about this accident was fishy. "I will find out what caused this accident... you both will go out and find Liam's wife by the looks of things she is missing"

Adrian said. "Then don't be disobedient, do as she says." I caressed his cheeks lovingly, his hand on mine. I pushed him out of the hospital, the nurse was carrying his bag. When we arrived at the parking lot, I could spot a few reporters taking pictures of us. I think Adrian did too because he once again placed his hand in mine. There are already pictures of his accident on the news paper, pictures of me outside the emergency room that day, barefoot, puffy eyes and scattered hair. I was called every man's dream wife. People said I didn't bother about my perfect look when I heard my husband was in danger.

“The day you had an accident, your husband’s mother was stabbed to death” “What! No doctor, that's not true, tell me you’re joking please?” “Unfortunately I can't be joking with such a thing, back to what I was saying, after your husband’s mother was stabbed to death, Micheal was also stabbed that same evening, it was a miracle he escaped death” “What! How could all these happen to us in just one day? What about Micheal when he woke up, did he say who stabbed him?” “Yes, he said her name was Shitali”

“Alright, can you give me a minute? Let me call my husband.” “Sure thing, ma’am.” I got on the phone with Symon. Please pick, Sy. I need you to answer. He picked the call. “What?” “Uhm, hey. I’m currently in a fix at the hospital. I got in an accident after I left yours, and now I have to foot the bill. I don’t have the cash.” “Alright, text me the address.” After he dropped the call, I heaved a sigh of relief and sat down, waiting for his arrival.

“Sir… I… there’s something you need to know. There’s been an accident. A fatal one.” Zayden’s chest tightened. “Accident? Who?” The assistant swallowed his fear. “It’s .. your wife Hema. And… and Mike, sir. They were found together. In a car. Outside city limits.” “What?” Zayden’s voice went hollow. Mia’s grip on his arm tensed. The crowd around them paused. The press, the guests—they could sense the shift. “It’s on every news channel,” the assistant added. As if on cue, a screen in the main hall showed breaking news:

In the picture, the smile on my face couldn't have been brighter, but my husband's smile was rather frozen. It had been two years since we got married. Although it wasn't a bed of roses, it was peaceful for the most part. Max and I barely argued. But I guess you could say it's because he was rarely at home. I only saw him sometimes in the mornings and at night. However, today was the first time he was staying out this late. Since I saw on the news that a car accident happened on the same route Max took everyday, I had been dead worried. As I took a deep breath, I felt a sharp cramp in my lower abdomen.

And although the investigation eventually proved that the accident was indeed purely accidental—not abuse—the damage was already too great. Michael never really recovered from that pressure. Legal bills. Stress. Neighbors' stares. Whispers of people who considered him a monster. That man started working harder to prove himself. Taking extra shifts. Overtime without end. Until three years ago... Michael died in a car accident on his way home from work on a rainy night. And since that day, Lisa always blamed everything on the beginning of that destruction. On her ex-husband. And on Dr. Ingrid Halvorsen who opened the door for all that nightmare.