That Wasn't Supposed To Happen Novels & Stories

And whether it was fully my fault or not, it still happened. I was never planning on letting that repeat itself.

Not even for his kids, because they had never had a cause to go to the emergency ward. They were almost at the hospital when he realized that he should have called Olivia. Although, she worked there at the hospital, but she should know what happened. Quickly, he called her and waited for it to ring. As fast as he could about what was going on, he brought her up to speed but left out the cause of the faint. He left out the part that it was a detective that was with them both, having a discussion when it happen, or how angry she had been at the time.

I would not cross the line that I alone have imposed upon myself not to cross. “I’m sorry this wasn’t supposed to happen...”

Something that wasn't going away. It was a start.

Was it a surprise, then, that it happened? It was bound to. We knew it was going to happen, that it was a ticking bomb waiting to explode. And because we wanted to be blown away, neither of us did anything to help it. It was why when it happened, we were helpless. ** I was twenty-three and untouched.

Five o'clock traffic was unusually light, or maybe I'd hoped I'd get caught behind a six-car pileup that would take me well into the night. When that hadn't happened, I pulled in behind James. The drive hadn't prepared me to have this conversation with my husband—nothing could.

Nothing was going to happen. She had absolutely no idea how wrong she was.

It would haunt me forever. Argh! This was so not part of the plan!