Shortly after leaving their wedding reception, a bride tragically died and her husband was admitted to the hospital.
It was the day that Samantha Miller and Aric Hutchinson were meant to be enjoying, their best day ever.
Following their official marriage, the newlyweds celebrated with friends and family at the wedding reception.
Tragic events occurred, nevertheless, when they departed in a golf cart with a “Just Married” sign on it.
There has been an overwhelming amount of global support for the announcement.
A commenter says, “This story hurts my heart.” I’m sending love and strength to each and every one of you during this terrible time.
“Aric, our hearts are broken for you,” writes another.
A third says, “It’s unbelievable that you’re no longer with us, Sam.”
Reports state that 25-year-old Jamie Komoroski, an alleged drunk driver, rear-ended Miller and Hutchinson.
In a 25 mph zone, Komoroski was allegedly driving at 65 mph while intoxicated while using a rental Toyota Camry.
The collision happened on Folly Beach, USA, in South Carolina.
After being flung more than a hundred yards, the couple tumbled multiple times before coming to a rest.
Miller’s severe force injuries from the collision caused his instantaneous death.
After the accident, Hutchinson required two reconstructive operations and was in a severe state due to several fractured bones and brain damage.
Ben Garrett, his brother-in-law, and Brogan, his nephew, were also hurt in the wagon that Komoroski struck.
Komoroski was charged with three counts of felony DUI resulting in grave bodily damage or death and reckless vehicular murder while driving alone.
Over $743,000 has been received via a GoFundMe campaign set up by Hutchinson’s mother Annette to pay for Hutchinson’s medical bills and Miller’s funeral expenses.
Hutchinson’s mother posts an emotional message, saying, “Aric has lost the love of his life. I was handed Aric’s wedding ring in a plastic bag at the hospital, five hours after Sam placed it on his finger and they read each other their vows.”
Since the tragedy, a lot of people have shared the couple’s last photos on social media, which feature them laughing and performing a sparkler tunnel as they leave their wedding ceremony.
Since then, Hutchinson has made her voice known in a recent Good Morning America interview.
He talked candidly about that awful day, his journey to rehabilitation, and dealing with such a profound loss.
He added, “I’m still trying to wrap my head around it,” in reflection on the event. It’s difficult to attempt and understand that night’s transition from an all-time high to an all-time low.”
He spoke warmly of his late wife, saying, “She was so happy.” As most people are aware, organizing a wedding can be incredibly stressful. And that evening, she simply seemed strangely at ease.
Samantha said, “I do remember the last thing I remember her saying was she wanted the night to never end,” as Aric recalled her final words.
It has been revealed by the Associated Press that Hutchinson would get a partial settlement of around $1 million for the crash.
The Post and Courier reports that Hutchinson will get about $863,300 from a number of sources, including Progressive vehicle insurance, Enterprise Rent-A-Car, and the Folly Beach businesses The Drop-In Bar & Deli, The Crab Shack, and Snapper Jacks.
The driver was allegedly provided alcohol by these establishments, and Enterprise hired her the car.
The entire settlement sum is $1.3 million; but, after attorney and legal fees, Hutchinson’s share will be less.
Currently free on bond, Komoroski is accused with several felonies, including two counts of driving while intoxicated and causing serious bodily injury, reckless homicide, and driving under the influence resulting in death.
The court system is still working on her case.
Now that his mother-in-law is contesting the legality of their marriage, the bereaved groom is engaged in a legal struggle with her over her estate.
At first, Lisa Miller, Samantha’s mother, showed her admiration for Hutchinson, referring to him as her son.
She is now attempting to have him removed from his position as Samantha’s executor, claiming that there may have been “potential fraud” and raising the possibility that the marriage was void.
A potentially large court payout from the wrongful death claim is at the heart of the conflict.
A move to intervene in the case was filed by Lisa Miller, who then withdrew it and filed it again.
She feels Hutchinson is marginalizing her in the settlement process, which she feels goes against her daughter’s interests, she told The Post and Courier.
Given that we are the two most important persons in Sam’s life, “Aric and I agreed several times that Sam would want us to do everything together,” the woman said.
“I never intended to question the marriage’s legality. I never wanted to bring Sam down. However, I believe that by defyney grab,” according to Miller’s lawyer Jerry Meehan, who also claims that Lisa Miller’s main goal is to safeguard Samantha’s fortune and make sure that all legitimate heirs are taken into account.
Due to the fact that Hutchinson’s aunt and uncle signed the marriage license, which was recorded on May 1, three days after the wedding, questions have been raised about the validity of the union.
In addition, there were purported inconsistencies in the license; for example, Miller was only 34 years old, while the aunt and uncle claimed to have known one other for 36 years.
Aric Hutchinson, who said he had given his mother-in-law half of the settlement, expressed regret about the dispute.
His attorneys have deemed Lisa Miller’s move to intervene “morally dubious” and “legally baseless,” and they have rejected the doubts regarding the marriage certificate as unimportant.”
“Aric has been more than generous with Lisa Miller—offering her half of the money—and she has repaid him by threatening to bring a frivolous challenge to the validity of his marriage to Sam,” stated Patrick Wooten, Hutchinson’s attorney. It would seem that Ms. Miller would be too proud of her own daughter to act in that way.
Lisa Miller has been promised by Hutchinson half of the settlement from the wrongful death lawsuit in exchange for her quitting her legal defense of their marriage.
“Lisa Miller does not have a legitimate legal claim, which is why Aric made this settlement offer. He is a generous person who would naturally like to avoid costly, public litigation over the validity of his marriage to Sam,” Wooten stated.
My Stepmom Was Secretly Using My Little Sister’s Christmas Money – I Made Her Regret It
When Joan sat down for a cozy movie night with her younger sister, she expected laughter and bonding, not a shocking confession. Beverly revealed their stepmother, Sophia, had taken her Christmas money, and Joan knew she had to expose the betrayal in the most unforgettable way.
“Let it go, let it go!” Beverly sang along with Elsa, her little voice rising and falling, full of joy. She was snuggled against me on the couch, clutching her favorite blanket.
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It was our first quiet moment since I came home for Christmas break, and I was soaking it all in.
“Still your favorite movie, huh?” I teased, ruffling her soft brown hair.
She giggled. “Always.”
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Beverly was only eight, but she’d been through so much. After Mom passed two years ago, it had been just us and Dad for a while. Then came Sophia. She wasn’t evil or anything, just cold. She’d smile when Dad was around, but when it was just us, her patience ran thin. I’d left for college a year later, and Beverly stayed behind, which killed me.
But now, here we were, watching her favorite movie for the hundredth time.
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“Did you have a good Christmas?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
She nodded enthusiastically. “Uh-huh! Daddy got me a doll. Sophia gave me pencils.”
“Pencils?” I frowned.
“Yeah,” she said, shrugging. “They’re the twisty kind. They’re okay.”
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I felt a small pang in my chest. “What about Grandma and Grandpa? Or Aunt Liz? Didn’t they give you anything?”
“They gave me money,” she said, her voice quieter now.
I smiled. “That’s awesome, Bev! What are you gonna buy?”
Her face scrunched up, and she fiddled with the hem of her blanket. “I don’t have it anymore.”
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“What do you mean?” I asked, leaning in.
Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Sophia took it. She said I had too many presents already. She used it for groceries ‘cause Christmas dinner cost a lot.”
My stomach flipped. “Wait. All of it?”
She nodded. “I had three hundred dollars, but Sophia said I wouldn’t spend it right anyway.”
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I stared at her. My little sister. Three hundred dollars. Taken.
“Bev, who gave you the money? Did you count it yourself?”
“Grandma gave me $100, Grandpa gave me $100, and Aunt Liz gave me $100. We counted it at Grandma’s house before we came home.”
“And then Sophia took it?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
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“She said she’d hold it for me, but I never got it back,” Beverly murmured, looking down at her hands.
My blood was boiling. How could she? How could a grown woman take money from an eight-year-old and call it “groceries”?
“You’re sure she used it for Christmas dinner?” I pressed.
“She said she did, but I saw her bag from the mall.”
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I clenched my fists. My head spun with a mix of rage and disbelief.
“Beverly, thank you for telling me. I’m so sorry this happened. But don’t worry, okay? I’m gonna take care of it.”
“How?” she asked, her big eyes looking up at me.
I forced a smile. “You’ll see. Just trust me.”
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That night, I lay awake, staring at the ceiling. I couldn’t just let this slide. If I confronted Sophia alone, she’d deny everything or twist it around. No, I needed backup. I needed witnesses.
The next morning, I texted Dad.
“Hey, can we do a family dinner tomorrow before I go back to school? I think it’d be nice to gather everyone one last time.”
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“Sounds great! I’ll set it up,” he replied.
I smiled, my plan already forming. Sophia wouldn’t know what hit her.
The dining room glowed with soft candlelight. The table was covered with leftover holiday decorations—gold ribbons, pinecones, and glittering ornaments. Everyone had finished their meals, and the warm scent of baked ham and apple pie lingered in the air.
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Dad sat at the head of the table, laughing at one of Grandpa’s jokes. Grandma, sitting beside him, adjusted her glasses while sipping coffee. Across the table, Sophia looked smug, chatting with Aunt Liz about her “excellent holiday sales finds.” She was completely at ease, as if nothing could disturb her perfect little world.
I glanced at Beverly, sitting next to me. She was swinging her legs under the table, her hands clutching a cookie. Her cheeks were flushed from the warmth of the room.
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This was the moment.
I tapped my fork against my glass. “Hey, everyone,” I said, smiling to get their attention. “Before we wrap up, can I share something?”
The room went quiet, and all eyes turned to me.
“Of course, sweetheart,” Dad said, leaning forward.
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I reached over and gave Beverly a quick squeeze on her shoulder. “So, you all know how much Beverly loves riding her scooter, right?”
Grandpa chuckled. “She’s always zipping around on that thing!”
“Well,” I continued, “she’s been dreaming of getting a bicycle. Something a little faster, maybe with a basket for her dolls.”
Beverly smiled shyly.
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“And guess what? Beverly got a lot of money for Christmas to help her buy one. Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt Liz—you were all so generous.” I paused, letting that sink in. “But the weird thing is… Beverly doesn’t have the money anymore.”
Sophia’s smile froze. Her fingers tensed around her coffee cup.
“What do you mean?” Dad asked, his brow furrowing.
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I kept my gaze steady. “She told me that Sophia took it. All three hundred dollars.”
The room fell silent, except for the faint clinking of Grandpa setting down his fork.
Sophia let out a nervous laugh. “Oh, Joan, that’s not exactly true. Beverly didn’t understand—”
“She understood perfectly,” I interrupted, my voice firm. “She told me you said she had too many presents already and that you’d use the money for ‘groceries.’”
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Sophia’s face turned red. “That’s not fair! I used some of it for Christmas dinner. Do you have any idea how expensive hosting is? And didn’t I deserve a little break after all that work? It’s only fair I treated myself to a spa day and some candles!”
“Did Dad ask you to use Beverly’s money for dinner?” I shot back.
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Dad shook his head slowly, his expression hardening. “No, I didn’t. Sophia, is this true? Did you take Beverly’s Christmas money?”
Sophia stammered. “I—I didn’t take it. I borrowed it. I was going to put it back!”
Grandma’s voice was sharp. “You spent money that wasn’t yours. On yourself. How dare you?”
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Sophia’s overconfidence cracked. She pointed at Beverly. “She’s just a child! She wouldn’t have spent it wisely. I was only trying to make sure it went toward something useful.”
“Useful?” I repeated, incredulous. “Like spa treatments? Or those fancy candles?”
“I said I’d put it back!” Sophia’s voice rose, now shaky and defensive.
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“Enough!” Dad’s voice boomed, silencing the room. He turned to Beverly, his expression softening. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry this happened. That money was yours, and it should’ve stayed yours.”
He looked back at Sophia, his tone cold. “You’re going to pay back every cent tonight. I don’t care if it comes out of your savings or your next paycheck, but Beverly gets her money back. Do you understand me?”
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Sophia opened her mouth, then closed it again, realizing there was no way out. She nodded stiffly, her face pale.
“And let me be clear,” Dad continued. “If anything like this happens again, we’re done. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Sophia whispered, staring down at her plate.
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I squeezed Beverly’s hand under the table. Sophia didn’t look at anyone as she sat there, defeated.
But I wasn’t done. “Beverly already knows what she’s buying, don’t you?” I said, giving her a wink.
She nodded. “A pink bike with a basket.”
Grandma smiled. “We’ll go shopping tomorrow, sweetie.”
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The conversation moved on, but Sophia sat in silence, her face as red as the tablecloth. She’d been exposed, and everyone knew it.
The next morning, I woke up to Beverly bouncing on my bed. “Joan! Wake up! You promised!” she squealed, her excitement lighting up the room.
I groaned dramatically. “What time is it? The sun’s barely up!”
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“It’s bike day!” she declared, dragging me out of bed by my hand.
After breakfast, Dad handed me the full $300. “This is from my savings. Take Bev shopping and make sure she gets everything she wants,” he said, turning to Beverly. “This is your money, and it’s time you enjoy it.”
Beverly clutched the bills tightly, her eyes gleaming. “Thank you, Daddy!”
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We spent hours at the store. Beverly picked out the prettiest pink bike with a white basket and matching tassels. She made sure it had a bell and a helmet, too. With the leftover money, she bought a doll she’d been eyeing and a giant art kit.
“Do you think Sophia’s mad?” she asked as we loaded everything into the car.
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“Maybe,” I said honestly. “But she had no right to take your money. And now, she knows she can’t get away with it.”
Back home, Dad pulled me aside. “Joan, thank you for standing up for Beverly. I should’ve noticed something was off, but I trusted Sophia too much. That won’t happen again.”
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“She’s your wife,” I said gently. “It’s okay to trust her, but I’m glad you see the truth now.”
That evening, Dad sat Sophia down and made her repay the stolen money from her savings. “This is your one and only warning,” he said firmly. “If you ever betray this family again, we’re done.”
Sophia apologized meekly, but her usual smugness was gone.
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Watching Beverly ride her new bike down the driveway, her laughter filling the air, I knew one thing for sure: justice felt good.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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