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I won't be alone," Millie answered as she looked over my shoulder. I turned around and noticed an elderly couple coming toward us. They looked around with concern on their faces. Then they saw my wife and rushed to us. " What happened?" The woman spoke first, embracing Millie. " Gabi had an accident. She was driving my car. I do not know what happened, but I am so sorry," Millie burst into tears again. " Honey, it was not your fault, " the woman caressed my wife's hair, and I could feel my heart shatter. Both women stood in silence, sobbing together. We almost jumped when the door to the operation room opened. The doctor came out, and it did not help that his apron was covered in blood, and

The battle against injustice had taken on a new significance, and I knew that we would stop at nothing to guarantee that light prevailed over darkness. I walked Simone away from the blazing structure, the flames crackling behind us, creating an eerie light on our faces. We sought a calmer location, away from the hubbub, where we could converse. My heart hung heavy with a burden I knew I had to share with Simone. "Simone, there's something you need to know," I said, my voice laced with regret. "After we heard word of your presumed death, your wife, Silver, was crushed. The shock took a toll on her, and she went into preterm childbirth. She's now in a coma."

I said firmly. *** Everyone agreed, especially Bianca. She even leaned closer and whispered that my future husband was a monster. I simply looked at her indifferently. I was not afraid because I had lived with monsters in this house for twenty-five years. Who would have thought that the very next day, I would be forcibly picked up by a group of men in black suits? They took me into a luxurious car without telling me where we were going. Last night, I had searched for information about my future husband on the internet. Samuel De Leon, a thirty-five-year-old man who had suffered a tragic accident three years ago. Rumors said he was completely paralyzed, and his face had been destroyed like a

Anthea eyed Florence; her smile did not reach her eyes. “Florence, I never competed with you before because I saw that Tyson liked you. Secondly, I thought that you would treat him well. But let me tell you something. If I had not gotten there in time that day, Tyson would have died. How could you treat him so cruelly?” Florence was unnerved by that. “What? He nearly died? But I didn’t know! I…” Florence suddenly recalled the phone call from that day. “Ty was badly hurt in many places after the crash. He was bleeding heavily internally and needed immediate surgery. Where were you then, Florence?”

One day, during a fight, they started hitting each other. My mother-in-law was old, so she could not endure it. She fell, hit her head, and died on the spot. Wendy never expected things to go that far, and she was completely shaken. The series of blows broke her completely. She started going around claiming she was Wendy and that Eric was not her husband. Not long after, on a rainy night, she jumped to her death. People said she had lost her mind. From then on, no one spoke of that family again.

I had just arrived at the office when I received a call from one of my wife's colleagues. "Mr. Brooks, we haven't been able to reach Dr. Lawson at all," he said urgently. "Her younger brother has suffered a sudden heart attack and needs immediate cardiac surgery. Can you get in touch with her?" The moment I heard something had happened to my brother-in-law, I forgot all about work and rushed straight to the hospital. On the way, I kept calling my wife again and again, but she never answered.

“Beautiful. I think you’d like it out here. The fog is thick today. Can barely see a few feet in front of the boat.” “Sounds beautiful,” I say absently. “So what’s up?” I clear my throat awkwardly. He has no idea I’m at this wedding with Michael. Shit. Will he care? I didn’t think of this before I called him. “I have a question.” “Shoot,” he says with a yawn. “Remember the accident you got into with Michael?” “That’s your question?” He laughs. “Of course I remember. I have a huge scar on my leg from that.”

Yet somehow, it made her blood run cold. "Ma'am Sophia Gonzaga?" Her grip tightened around the phone. "Yes?" There was a brief pause. Then came the words that made her world stop. "I'm calling from St. Matthew Medical Center." Sophia's heartbeat accelerated instantly. A sense of dread flooded her body. "Your husband has been involved in a serious car accident." The air left her lungs. Her eyes widened. The phone nearly slipped from her hand and her knees weakened beneath her. The doctor continued speaking on the other end of the line but Sophia couldn't hear a single word because only one sentence echoed endlessly inside her mind.

a voice on the other end asked. “Yes,” Hazel replied, her stomach sinking. “This is Officer Grant. Your husband has been in an accident. He’s been taken to St. Mark’s Hospital. You need to come immediately.” Hazel’s legs nearly gave out. Simon caught her, his face darkening as he realized the severity of the situation. “Let’s go,” he said firmly, leading her toward the car he called a bodyguard to bring for them. Hazel’s hands trembled as she whispered to herself, “Please, Alex. Please be okay.”

He spun around to head back downstairs, but his movement rustled a stack of papers, which fluttered through the air and scattered across the floor. Ten stitches on the shoulder, a 104 degrees Fahrenheit fever, and severe wound infection. As the medical terms flashed before his eyes, he finally realized that I had been seriously injured in the car crash. No wonder my face had been so pale. No wonder I had looked so weak and battered. But when his eyes locked onto the final page lying on the floor, his pupils dilated in shock. "A divorce… agreement?" My signature was on it, and so was his. A wave of panic finally hit him.