Novel & Cerita My Life Be Like Car Crash

It was going to be the happiest day of my life. I was still lost in my thoughts when a sudden defeating crash tore me from my daydreams. The car jerked violently, metal screeching as we were thrown through the air. My body slammed against the seat, my vision blurring. And then, everything went blank.

My hand pushes her hand down, and I shake my head. “Come on then.” Liam is standing behind me. She nods, and they walk out the door. I walk to the girls, sitting down and playing with them. I am in so much pain, but honestly, I don’t want to deal with hospitals and waiting times, just to be told everything is fine. Jackson has sorted out the car at least, so one less thing to worry about, so I will spend all day with the girls. My mind keeps flashing back to the crash, with me floating above the car. Had I really died? The thought scares me so much, the fact I might never have woken up, the thought that I could really have caused severe damage.

But it felt like ripping my own soul in half. And now, as I drove home, the weight of it all pressed down on me, crushing my chest until I could barely breathe. My life had been filled with so many ups and downs, so many moments where I thought things were finally going to get better, only for them to crash and burn. I had thought, just for a moment, that maybe I could have a happy ending. But it seemed like the universe had other plans.

When my husband from the arranged marriage lost his memory, I couldn't resist messing with him. “Adrian. Say 'Boss.'“ The man in the hospital bed hugged his pillow and looked up at me like a good little boy. “Boss.” I nodded, satisfied. Perfect. A whole year of marriage, and he never once called me his wife. One car crash, and he'd been demoted to calling me Boss. Adrian and I had an arranged marriage. I did it for my family's dying factory. After the wedding he was colder than the fridge. We slept in separate rooms. He wouldn't eat my cooking and wouldn't take my calls. He even saved my number in his phone as “the Bell girl.” I lived in the Crane house more carefully than the hired

Then came the hard impact that changed everything. The car smashed into my back tire with great force. I flew through the air like a rag doll. Everything seemed to move in slow motion around me. This is how it ends, I thought. After living through so many fights, so many dangerous moments, this is how my life finishes. On some random highway nobody knows.

Luca was holding the twins, his lips pressed to their foreheads. The smile on his face wasn’t guilt — it was peace. That photo destroyed the last bit of hope I had left. When I left the hospital, I didn’t go home. I went straight to Clara, my oldest friend — the only person I could still trust. “Help me,” I said. “I need you to fake a plane crash.” She stared at me in horror, but I didn’t blink. Because I knew Luca. He would never let me go. And if I wanted to protect my baby, I had to disappear.

I managed to push her out of the way making her land on the lawn by our neighbours house , but the driver ended up crashing into me . All I remember was getting hit and landing onto the cars screen . When the car stooped abruptly I ended up landing on the ground face up . For a moment my whole life flashed before my eyes and that included the past five years with Angelo and the kids . All I could hear was the ball bouncing. I was about to give in and surrender to what was pulling me into the darkness ; but my baby girl screaming for me to wake up brought me back to reality . "Cleo Pia no!"

I wondered if he was going to be happy now that I was out of his life and was no longer going to remind him of the woman that he could never call his own. I wondered if he was ever going to realize that I was the only woman who loved him regardless of everything that he had to offer me. I wondered if he was ever going to look back and wish that he could turn back the hands of time. The traffic lights were turning green when I started driving and didn't realize that there was a car coming on my side, and before I knew it, there was a big crash. I opened my eyes as I slipped in and out of consciousness, and when I heard someone opening the vehicle door, I blacked out.

I braced myself for the familiar horror. Instead, the scene sped up. The crash came and went in a handful of frames—impact compressed, sound muted, like someone had hit fast‑forward on the worst moment of my life. Then black. Not a void made of ink or code. Just… nothing. No sound. No sensation. No thought. Peaceful. Empty. It felt like a program closing without error. No afterlife bus. There is no library of pain. No arenas. No, Corvin. No, Jax.

All the birthdays forgotten, the money borrowed, the promises broken. I didn’t even notice the car until someone shouted. “Hey! Watch out!” But it was too late. I heard the sound first, next the screech of tires, then a dull hit that coursed through me. The world tumbled. I crashed hard to the ground, the impact knocking breath out of my chest. For a moment, everything blurred into white light and ringing ears, muffled voices and figures. Then it all went dark. The end? My mind reeled until nothing.