Michael Symon Wife Accident Novels & Stories

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.

My wife, Lily Peterson, hugged me. "People don't come back from the dead. Sean's just reckless like that. Why even bother with him? Besides, it's your mom's fault for standing in the way." I pushed Lily away and stared at her in disbelief. Her nonchalant tone made it sound like the one who got crushed to a pulp wasn't Mom, the woman who selflessly donated her bone marrow when Lily was gravely ill. Lily's childhood sweetheart, Sean Clements, spoke up from the side. "I'm sorry, Tristin. It's my fault for not watching where I was going and crashing into your mom. Lily can keep you company tonight. I'll manage on my own."

MARA'S POV I was in America when I found out the news that my husband had an accident. I immediately booked a flight back to the Philippines after hearing the news. I still do not know the exact details of the accident because I was in a hurry to get back here. As soon as the plane landed, I immediately call Yelle to asked an update about Maru. As per her, Maru’s condition is now stable. According to the doctor, he almost lost his life because he removed his seatbelt.

"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 will. Just untie me. I have plenty of money. I'll even get you the best lawyer. It wasn't your fault for meeting someone like Howard." Just as Crystal hesitated to untie me, the door burst open. Light flooded the room, and Joshua rushed in with his men. I finally broke down and collapsed into his arms. As it turned out, Howard wasn't dead. He and Crystal were both convicted of multiple crimes and sentenced to prison. They wouldn't be free again for at least a decade. When all was said and done, Joshua and I got married by a quiet, serene lake. We stood side by side, looking forward to the life waiting ahead of us.

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.”