Never Saw Me Coming 소설 & 이야기

“Sof, do you remember how we first met?” Back then, after I ran away from home, I was hunted down by my family’s enemies. I had nowhere left to run. The moment I rushed out of an alley, I saw a car parked by the roadside with its door open. Without even thinking, I jumped inside. Matteo had been about to curse at me until he saw my tear-filled eyes.

I looked up to see the sky, clear and blue as always. It was a perfect day, with a soft breeze playing with the clouds. I smiled and, without a second thought, I deleted Ruby's message and blocked her number. Then I stood tall and walked out the door. Time was racing by. I strode confidently into my future.

Meanwhile, Corleone finished his cigarette and reentered the venue through a side entrance. The host was presenting me with the championship award. Holding up the hem of my burgundy gown, I walked toward the podium in my heels. Standing below the stage, Corleone looked up. The moment his eyes landed on my face, the wine glass in his hand shattered under his grip. Broken glass pierced his palm, and blood dripped onto the carpet. Yet he seemed to feel no pain. He could only stare at the woman he had spent five years searching for. His entire body trembled uncontrollably.

I didn't want to tip them off. Before going inside, I got myself together. When I got home, Dante and Ellie were eating breakfast. Seeing me come in, they froze for a second. Ellie greeted me too. "Monica, I thought you'd be back, so I came over early to see you." Dante pulled out a chair for me. "Why are you back so early? Did you sleep okay last night?" "You were pretty busy last night, weren't you? Didn't get much rest?" My voice was ice cold.

She was my first friend ever and even if that last day was weird, I know knew it wasn’t her fault. ‘You had no idea this would happen. But please try not worry. I had seen what you saw and I know that there was nothing you could have done. He moved to fast and there was no way you could run to her fast enough. You had no idea he was going to hit her, let alone so hard it could kill her.’ I told him. I was still holding his other hand, gently rubbing circles on his hand trying to reassure him. “Wait how did you see it happen you weren’t there?” He said in disbelief.

No, I want to see him and to hold him, I even miss his scent. I sound crazy but I don't care. I don't care and it sounds so good to say that. There's a lot I've just left behind but there seems to be more to where I'm going. I've never been to Miami, I've never met his family officially and I've never travelled so far alone. Everything will be a new experience and as nervous as I am, I am eager to experience new things. I also know things have consequences but at this moment, I'd rather receive them when I get there.

No! Just then another man came in. He grinned at me. “Let’s get started, but I’d go first.” He said rubbing his palm together and licking his lips. I began crying out loud. They came up to me. Just then a man came out of nowhere. Let’s just say he beat the crap out of them. I passed out.

On Sunday night, I had already changed into a dress and was about to take a wedding anniversary cake to my husband at the hospital. I had just picked up my car keys when several lines of text suddenly floated into view. [Don't go.] [The moment you step into Avermont Medical Center, tonight's surgery - the one where Elise Parker's patient dies - will be recorded with you as the primary surgeon.] [Grant Holloway will use your EHR e-signature credentials, alter the surgical schedule, and add false entries to the chart so you take the fall for her.] [Three days later, the patient's family will livestream outside the hospital demanding answers, and the internet will brand you a heartless doctor.]

I stared at the message on my phone, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to process the words that had just shattered the fragile peace I had worked so hard to build. I’m coming to see you. We need to talk. It was from my mother. I hadn’t heard from her in months. No calls, no messages, not even a passing thought to reach out. And now, out of nowhere, she was coming. Coming to see me. To talk. And what did that mean?

I was too angry that I didn't see the car coming. "Juliette, watch out!" I heard him scream. I never heard him scream before. He rarely speaks and when he does, he speaks with a very tired and low voice. I lifted my head to find myself facing the blinding headlights of the car. I was too shocked that I couldn't move from my position Am I going to die? The vehicle was approaching at high speed. I just closed my eyes, I did not want to see my life finish in front of me. The brake of the car was deafening, I felt as if my heart had gone out of its place and after a few seconds... silence.