Michael Symon Wife Accident Novels & Stories

POV: Emerald It was just past noon when my phone rang. I’d been in my home studio, tracing silver wire over a rough-cut gemstone, half-lost in the rhythm of design, when Reid’s name flashed across the screen. I answered on the second ring, still holding my pliers. “Yes?” There was no preamble. “Michael’s been in a car accident.” The world fell silent. I froze, every muscle tensing. “What?” “Rear-ended by a delivery truck. Downtown. It was bad. They had to cut the door open. He’s conscious, but his leg’s broken and there’s a possible concussion. He’s being taken to Saint Elias now.”

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?

She had never said that during their three years of marriage, but today, Felix heard her directly call him that. "No problem, please just think of your recovery," Felix replied, adjusting his tone so as not to sound awkward. ****Meanwhile, elsewhere, the company party turned into a condolence event. Samuel announced with tears in his eyes on the podium; he stated that his wife Camelia had an accident and fell into a ravine with the car she was driving. "Please pray that my wife's body can be found as soon as possible," Samuel said on the podium. He wiped his hands with a handkerchief given to him by his secretary, Simona.

“We just want to inform you that an accident has occurred along the highway. There was a head-on collision with an incoming vehicle. The victims have been rushed to Mercy Specialist Hospital.” My heart stopped. My eyes shot to the screen just as the presenter continued, and the images of the accident victims appeared. The camera angle shifted… and there he was. Damian. My husband. My breath caught. My entire body chilled. My eyes skipped a beat, my chest constricted, and panic surged through me violently. “No… no, no, no…” I whispered. I sprang from the chair, nearly tripping as I rushed to my room. I dragged on the first clothes I saw on my bed and ran out of the mansion.

She looked up to see one of her husband's security guards, a look of concern etched on his face. "Ma'am," he said, catching his breath. "I'm afraid Mr. Reynolds has been involved in an incident" Amelia's hand shook as she set down her teacup. She felt a wave of fear wash over her, and she could barely get the words out. "I-I don't understand. What happened?" He hesitated, then spoke. "He was in a car accident, ma'am. I'm afraid it's serious." Amelia's mind was racing. She had just been married to her husband, a ruthless billionaire, for barely 48 hours, and she had no idea what was happening.

"Yes, I happen to be his wife. Is there anything I can help you with?" "We, from Metropolitan London Police, would like to inform you that Mr Tristan Quartararo has had a single accident in the Brompton Road area." Sophia gasped in surprise, mixed feelings instantly filling her brain. To ascertain her husband's condition for herself, she hastily asked the driver and Alexius to escort her to the hospital.

Then the crowd's screams. Everyone rushed to the window. On the pavement below, Jason was face-down, blood spreading out beneath him in a dark stain. His limbs were twitching. Dead. Victoria had landed on top of him. Her mouth hung open, her eyes were fixed and staring at the sky. "Call an ambulance! Now!" The scene was chaos. I stood by the window, watching the carnage in silence. Jason was dead on impact. Victoria was in critical condition and unconscious. Neither of them had seen this coming.

Before I could protest, he had administered the injection. Tamsin's eyes began to droop almost immediately. "Sleep now," the doctor said gently. "When you wake up, we will discuss discharge." I pulled a chair close to her bedside and settled in, taking her hand in mine. I would not leave her. Not for anything. If she woke up and I was not here, she might become agitated again. After a few minutes, I pulled out my phone and called my assistant. "I need you to find out everything about an accident involving my wife at Sterling International Medical Center today," I said quietly. "Who was involved. What happened. Everything."

“Your wife, Emily, has been in an accident. You need to come to Mount Sinai Hospital.” The phone slipped from Jonathan’s hand. A sharp pain tore through his chest, stealing his breath, and he collapsed to the floor, clutching himself as he gasped. ****** ◈THE NEXT DAY◈ “You suffered a heart attack,” Dr. Stephen said later, calm and firm, standing beside the bed. "Thank God, a friend of yours saved the day." Jonathan turned his head toward him, fear flooding his eyes. “Doctor, please. Where is my wife?” Dr. Stephen nodded, holding his composure. “You will see her when you are strong enough. For now, you must rest and recover.”