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But a woman’s voice greeted me instead, and even though she sounded calm, her tone was as serious as it could be. “Mr. Donovan?” she asked as a greeting. “Yes,” I said, trying to keep my voice from cracking. “I’m calling from Lenox Hill Hospital. We found your contact on Mrs. Rosie Fay-Donovan’s phone. Are you her husband?” “I am.” My voice came out just above a whisper, and I saw Aoki and Sami exchange a glance between them, their faces expressing the same fear I was feeling at that moment. “Your wife was involved in an accident and brought to our emergency.”

Unfortunately, the traffic jam delayed their arrival. Amidst the chaos on that bridge, the accident caught plenty of people’s attention. The accident has been publicly announced on television, circulating in the internet stating that Lissie Jones-Vistagra— the wife of Colton Vistagra is now dead because of a car accident.

Kymoni said as she stood in front of Susan keeping her distance, afraid she might have to fuck Shawn's momma up. “You can't even admit it, can you? You and your friend are the reason my husband is gone. If you wouldn't have gone up on that roof then my son and husband wouldn't have followed you up there and we wouldn't be left having to plan my husband’s funeral. I wish you would have died the same way my husband did, that's the least you could do.” Susan said sobbing loudly as the pain of losing her husband overwhelmed her to the point she charged towards Kymoni.

She's definitely got this old, happy lady vibe going on. "My husband and my Brother. They were both in service together. After their second deployment, me and my Husband, Theo, got married and then during his fourth deployment, I got the news that Theo had been in an accident and so had my son, My son survived the accident, but once he got to the hospital and gave me a weak smile before surgery he never made it off the table"

“So you’re telling me… Mia’s my twin. My family. And the Thompsons killed our parents?” “Yes,” Darren answered firmly. “And I swear to you, Michael, I won’t let them touch her again.” Michael opened his mouth to respond, but Darren’s phone buzzed sharply against the desk. He frowned and picked it up. “This is Preston—” The voice on the other end was frantic. “Mr. Preston! It’s the hospital. Mia Thompson—your wife—she’s been in an accident. A truck hit her. She’s in critical condition. You need to come immediately.”

Then: "We're on our way." He hung up and turned to Maya, his face pale. "That was the hospital. Simone's been in an accident. Her brakes failed on Harbor Hill Road." His eyes met hers, and she saw her own fear reflected back. "Maya, they don't think it was an accident. Someone cut her brake lines." The world tilted. Simone. Her friend. The woman who'd welcomed her, protected her, became the sister she'd never had. "Why?" Maya's voice came out broken. "Why would someone hurt Simone?"

I say shakily and nodded my head even though they can't see me. "Sir, we are talking from the city hospital, Chicago. We are hereby to inform you that your wife met with an accident and right now she is in a city hospital, we hope you will come as soon as possible. Thank you" phone slipped from my hand, landing on the floor. Accident, city hospital, my wife, my wife I was still in shock my wife, my Raina, and the sudden realization hit me. My Raina met with an accident. My heartbeat raced and my breathing labored.

None of them stared at her, what would they say? "I'll make sure the booze, doesn't go to waste," she teased and it did nothing,"Ro tell him. Help me cheer up the most handsome groom I've ever seen" And again, someone's cell rung only this time it wasn't Kevin's but Roman's. "Hello, am I speaking to Roman Cervantes? Husband to Mikaella Sandoval Cervantes?" "Yes this is he" Roman gulped. These types of calls were never good. "We regret to inform you that your wife has been involved in a terrible car accident and we would like you to visit the station"

I summoned all my men by pressing the call button and instructed them to follow her wherever she went. For today, I am too worn out and exhausted. No matter where she goes, I cannot bring myself to follow. I no longer know how much time passed after I fell asleep. Upon awakening, I saw that my phone was inundated with a ton of missed calls and messages. I was told about the situation by one of my men. "Mayor Romanov, I regret to notify you that your wife was injured in a car accident. Her stunning face has been hurt and damaged by the fire, and she is presently unconscious."