Michael Symon Wife Accident Novels & Stories

If Yasmin had truly betrayed me, she would have to say it to my face. My phone buzzed in my pocket just as I reached my car. The sharp sound of notifications echoed in the quiet, one after another, a chorus of alarms breaking the silence. I frowned, pulling it out, and my blood turned to ice. BREAKING NEWS: CAR ACCIDENT CLAIMS FOUR LIVES, INCLUDING MRS. YASMIN COLE. VEHICLE BURST INTO FLAMES, NO BODIES RECOVERED. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My wife was dead.

"The reason as to why I had to say all this is because I had been involved in an accident more than a year ago and sadly lost my memory which I'm yet to recover. But receiving this detailed information, I realized that I was actually married, my husband being Asriel Gedor," Whispers loud enough for Zia to hear immediately filled the entire place. Inside the company everyone had suddenly focused on the screen where a live feed was being streamed, with several online media taking up the information. I'm sure most of you think that I'm making everything up, but here is all you need to know. My husband and I had a baby who sadly passed on during the accident I was involved in. I didn't even get

The doctor stared at him for a brief moment before clearing his throat awkwardly. “Well… that certainly explains your dedication,” he said with a light laugh. “In that case, aside from you, does she have any relatives or close family members we should contact?” Michael exhaled heavily before answering. “Honestly, doctor, I’m not even sure. The only person I know she had was her ex-husband… and he practically left her for dead.” The doctor looked surprised. “Ex-husband?” “Yes,” Michael confirmed. “Apparently, they finalized their divorce just three days ago. The same day the incident happened that brought her here.”

“It’s been exactly one year since Miami billionaire and CEO, Egan Simon Alexakis, died in a fire with his wife Primrose Alexakis and their infant son, who had been unnamed at the time.” The news anchor said. “The Alexakis family are currently holding the memorial at..” Prim switched the channel to another live broadcast. A foreign wedding. She stared at the screen with a frown. “You never asked about my injuries.” Egan turned to her. She looked at the couch where he was sitting.

Victor didn't know how to console his wife. The news of the accident came at the wrong time. Unfortunately Marlene and Frank had an accident where both were badly hurt. Not just him but Maverick and Alexis followed them to the hospital. Vivienne was broken hearing the accident once they reached the hospital. She was the first one to storm out and rush inside the building "T-Tell me…where is my mom…where is she!"Vivie shouted as soon as they entered the hospital. However not the Ellison hospital but another one where her parents were admitted

—Sure, I have no problem, just let me fix some, internal affairs, and I'll join you right away. After a few minutes, Michael had completed his duties, within the company. He took his things and accompanied the woman to the exit. During the journey, they greeted several of the investors and shareholders who were in the place, at the exit of the company. Meanwhile, they were chatting, on the way to the truck. An incident occurred, out of nowhere a car came out at high speed, hitting the road, at the moment of dodging the 2 passers—by, who were passing by. The shock of what happened made Sara faint, due to the shock, they almost ran over her, both her and Michael. The man, who stayed next to he

I jammed the door behind me, entering the office to sit in the chair across from him. “Zoey Finn right?" He asked, moving straight to the point. I nodded, looking into his eyes and anticipating his next words. “Well, I'm sorry to let you know this but your husband got involved in a car accident but on the good side, he survived but he actually sustained severe head injuries in the accident and that caused him to lose his cornea.” He explained. My heart skipped a beat as tears stung the corner of my eyes, my lips trembling as I was unable to say a word.

I frowned because her whole life was explained there, and there was no glitch that could support my belief that Cynthia Williams is my wife, Cynthia Lombart. “But seven years ago, she was in an accident and was in a coma for more than eight months,” he suddenly added, and my ears immediately perked up. “When?” I asked him hurriedly and skipped a few pages. He also came forward and took the file from me. He immediately reached that page and put the file back in front of me. All this time, my heart was now thudding hard in my chest in anticipation. I read the report with all my concentration, trying to find any glitch or loop that could give me hope that the woman in front of me now was my wif

I deserved the emptiness. Then the screen lit up. Unknown number. "What?" I barked. "Don Moretti." Ricci’s voice was thin, vibrating with a panic I’d never heard from him. "There’s been an accident. Your wife’s car. Queens." My heart didn't just skip; it stopped. The world narrowed down to the phone in my hand. "What kind of accident?" "They were rammed. Professional. Hard hit. Someone wanted them off the road." "Where is she? Is she alive?" I was already moving, grabbing my keys, knocking over a chair.

Vincent “What?!” I shot up from my chair so fast that it nearly rolled backward across the office floor. The voice from the phone continued quickly from the other side, sounding panicked. “Your wife is currently at the hospital, sir. She was badly injured during a bike accident, and we need someone here immediately.” For a second, I genuinely thought I heard wrong. Bike accident? Nyelle? My brows pulled together hard while confusion slammed into my head violently. What the hell was she even doing on a bike in the first place?