Michael Symon Wife Accident Novels & Stories

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."

It seems his family had done a lot to cover his tracks because we were yet to get legit evidence to show that he was a psychopath with a lot of records that should have him in jail already. “What happened? How did she get into the accident and who was she with?” Mirabel’s grandpa asked. My mom, Mirabel’s mom, and her grandpa all came to the hospital at the same time. Shortly after I had gotten angry to tell that old man that Mirabel is my wife and not Chris' girlfriend, I saw the news of a car accident. At first, I didn’t take it seriously until I saw the car and the bracelet that I bought for Mirabel.

I carefully packed Mom's ashes, ready to head home. Seeing me alone, the crematorium attendant asked curiously, "Young man, where's your wife? Surely she should be here to support you through all this?" I glanced down at my phone. "I took Sean for a drive along the beach. I'll be back later." I forced a bitter smile. I'd suggested going to the beach many times before, but she always turned me down, claiming she had a migraine. "Don't ever bring up the beach again. Just thinking about it gives me a headache."

“No! No, no, no! Not here!” Simone caught her as her knees buckled. She was sobbing uncontrollably now, her body trembling. “I just found her. I just— I haven’t even seen her yet!” Lucien grabbed my shoulders. “Talk to me. How bad?” “They said she’s unconscious. Hit and run.” His expression went dark—deadly dark. “We’re going,” he said firmly. Simone straightened despite holding his devastated wife. “Take us to the hospital. Now.”

She wept. Mike sat up on the bed. He had lost consciousness for a few minutes, and the hospital decided to call his wife. If he was awake, he did make sure she didn’t hear about the accident. But there was no point crying over spilled milk. He pulled Amelia closer, “I’m sorry, Wifey. I didn’t mean to scare you.” She shook her head, trying to stop the tears. She hated being pathetic, and at that moment, that was how she felt. “But why?”

The voice on the other end wasn’t one she recognized—but it was a voice that would haunt her dreams for the rest of her life. Your husband has been in an accident. I’m so sorry, but he didn’t make it. He’d been T-boned by another driver at an intersection. It had been raining hard, and the streets had been slick. The driver who’d hit him had run the red light and had slammed into the driver’s side of William’s car. The driver had survived with only a broken arm, while William had died on impact. Tears fell down Violet’s cheeks in rivers now as she gazed at her wedding photos. She wiped them away, but they kept coming. The photos in her hand blurred behind her veil of tears.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

In less than two minutes, a few strong security guards came rushing in and dragged Georgia away, like hauling off a dead dog. “Simon, you can’t do this to me! I’m your wife! Simon…” Her screams faded into the distance until they vanished completely. I unfastened my seatbelt and finally got out of the car. The heels of my shoes clicked sharply against the concrete floor. I straightened my collar and walked into the elevator without looking back. As the elevator doors closed, I felt as if my messy past had been sealed off forever. After that, I never checked on Georgia again. Some people said they saw her begging under a bridge. Others said she was arrested for theft. Some even said she had go

I held the coffee mug firmly and moved closer to the television. The headline beneath his image arrived in my vision before my mind finished reading it. LAURENT CEO ADDRESSES DEATH OF WIFE SERENA VALE IN BRIDGE ACCIDENT. The coffee cup left my hand, I don’t remember letting it go. I only remembered the sound of it hitting the floor and Adrian’s voice reaching me from somewhere very far away. “My wife did not deserve what happened to her.” And then the brief news segment from two evenings ago assembled itself inside my head all at once.

“Janette, please say something. Did he hurt ya? I swear if he did, I’m gonna kill... “ “Leave him alone,” she yelled, startling Danielle beside her, and dried her tears. Jackson paced around his office room and came to a halt when he heard a knock on the wooden door. “Come in, come in.” He said and clasped his hands together in frustration. Michael cracked the door and welcomed himself inside. He stood in the doorway, his head a few inches from the header, his broad shoulders almost filling the frame. “What happened to my wife?” Michael slightly raised his head and glanced at Jackson and then back to the ground. “Sir, I don’t know. I saw her trembling and crying inside her car.”