Bride Killed And Husband Hospitalized Just Minutes After Leaving Their Wedding Reception

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 Returned My Prom Dress to the Store Just a Day Before the Dance — the Reason Left Me Speechless

The night before prom, Gia is ready to lay out her clothes and have an easy night. But as she opens her closet to take out her dress, she finds it missing. Later, she discovers that her stepmother, Cindy, had returned the dress to the store… What on earth could be the reason?

My mom died when I was ten.

It was sudden, like the world had just stopped spinning. One minute, she was tucking me into bed, and the next, she was gone.

Flowers on a headstone | Source: Midjourney

Flowers on a headstone | Source: Midjourney

“I’ll always be with you, Gia,” she said one day as she tucked me in, her hands shaking wildly. “Whether I’m right next to you or not, I’ll always be here. Do you understand?”

I remember nodding sleepily as she kissed my cheek.

Losing her crushed my dad and me in ways I still can’t put into words. We were just completely… lost.

A woman tucking her daughter into bed | Source: Midjourney

A woman tucking her daughter into bed | Source: Midjourney

Then, a few years later, Dad married someone new. Cindy. Now, Cindy wasn’t evil or cruel or anything like that. If I’m being honest, she tried. She smiled a lot, bought me gifts, and cooked things that I enjoyed eating. She even waited for me to come home from school, ready to make me a toasted sandwich while asking me about my day.

But no matter what Cindy did, she wasn’t my mom. My heart just didn’t seem to let her in. And because of that, we never really clicked on a personal level.

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A smiling couple | Source: Midjourney

Fast forward to senior year:

I’m 17 and waiting for prom. And for the first time in forever, I felt excited about something. Dad gave me a budget for a dress, and I spent weeks scouring the internet for ideas.

When I finally found it, a gorgeous deep-blue gown that made me feel like an actual princess, I knew that it was the one.

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A smiling teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

“That’s it, Gia!” my friend Selene said as I stepped out of the dressing room.

“You think?” I asked. “You really think so?”

“Yes! Your eyes pop with the blue, and your skin looks so good with it. This is it, Gia. Don’t even waste your time looking for another dress.”

I smiled.

“Fine, let’s focus on you now,” I said.

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A teenage girl in a dressing room | Source: Midjourney

Standing in front of the mirror at the boutique, I felt like I could see the old me again, the one from before my life flipped upside down. There was a light in my eyes again.

Everything seemed perfect. For once, it felt like the universe was giving me a break. But that all shattered the day before prom.

I got home from school, ready to get into a bubble bath, shave, wash my hair, and have an early night. I was going to lay everything out before I went to bed — my dress, shoes, makeup options, all of it.

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A teenage girl’s vanity | Source: Midjourney

I ran up the stairs and flung my closet door open, hoping to give my dress a look-over before I got into the bath.

But it wasn’t there.

All I saw was the empty hanger.

I blinked hard, as if somehow my dream dress would magically appear before my eyes. Of course, it didn’t.

Where on earth is my dress?

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An empty hanger | Source: Midjourney

I yanked things off hangers and tore through drawers. Maybe I’d been careless and shoved it somewhere, right?

But deep down, I knew I hadn’t. I was so paranoid about wrinkling the dress that I had taken clothes off the hanger the day I brought it home. That dress had been the centerpiece of my week. I would never have misplaced it.

I ran downstairs, hoping to see my dad. He would have answers.

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A close up of a teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

Instead, Cindy was sitting at the kitchen island, cutting into veggies and sipping her tea like nothing was wrong.

“Gigi,” she said, using a name that only my dad called me. “Dad is away for the night because of work. He said that he’ll try to be back in time to see you off tomorrow.”

How could she talk like nothing happened? Like nothing was wrong?

A woman busy in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

A woman busy in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

“Cindy!” I exclaimed. “Have you seen my prom dress? It’s gone!”

She looked up, completely calm, like I hadn’t just dropped a bomb in the middle of the kitchen. I was starting to feel panicked. I could taste bitterness on my tongue. I was on the verge of a breakdown.

“Oh, that? Gia, I returned that to the store.”

“You did what?” I gasped.

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A shocked teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

It felt like my brain had short-circuited.

“I returned it,” she repeated as if she was telling me she’d picked up groceries at the store. “It just didn’t seem right, Gigi. It was too grown-up for you.”

I stood there, unable to move.

“How could you do that? Prom is tomorrow evening! Why would you touch my stuff without asking me?”

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A close up of a woman | Source: Midjourney

Cindy tilted her head like I was overreacting.

“You’ll understand tomorrow,” she said quietly, sipping her tea.

Her nonchalance lit something inside me. I couldn’t believe she was acting so casual, like she hadn’t just taken the one thing I’d been looking forward to for months and thrown it in the trash.

I stormed up to my room, slamming the door so hard the walls shook. I buried my face in my pillow, tears soaking into the fabric.

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An upset girl | Source: Midjourney

How could she do this to me?

That night, I cried myself to sleep, my anger burning hot and bitter. I felt betrayed. She had no right to mess with my dress. She had no right to interfere with my prom.

But what did I expect?

Cindy wasn’t my mother.

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An upset girl in her bed | Source: Midjourney

The next morning, I woke up to the heavy weight of disappointment. I didn’t even want to go to prom anymore.

What was the point?

But Selene wasn’t having it.

“You need to find out why she did it,” she said over the phone. “It’s weird, right? Like, she has to have a reason. Just… talk to her, Gia.”

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A girl talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

I rolled my eyes.

“There’s no reason good enough for what she did.”

“Maybe,” Selene said. “But don’t you want to know?”

Selene had a point, and she knew it. So, against my better judgment, I dragged myself out of bed and went downstairs.

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A girl talking on a phone | Source: Midjourney

Cindy was waiting for me, dressed in jeans and an old sweatshirt, looking more nervous than I’d ever seen her.

“Come with me, Gigi,” she said quietly.

I stared at her for a long second. A part of me wanted to blow her off entirely. But there was something in her voice, something soft.

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A close up of a woman | Source: Midjourney

Without a word, I followed her to her bedroom.

There was a box on her bed, wrapped in a bow.

“This belonged to your mom,” Cindy whispered, her voice catching. “I found it while cleaning a few weeks ago. I’ve been wanting to turn the attic into something new, like a little reading room.”

I froze.

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A box on a bed | Source: Midjourney

My heart hammered in my chest as she peeled away the tissue paper, revealing an elegant, vintage white dress. It was stunning — lace sleeves, delicate beadwork, the kind of timeless beauty that would never go out of style.

Cindy glanced up at me, her hands trembling slightly.

“I thought maybe you’d like to wear it. To prom. When I returned the blue dress, I took this one to be dry-cleaned.”

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A dress in a box | Source: Midjourney

For a moment, I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even think.

All the anger, all the resentment, all the hurt I’d held onto melted into shock.

“I wasn’t trying to hurt you, my darling,” Cindy whispered. “I just thought that this way, your mom could be with you. I will never replace her, Gia. But I wanted to give you something that mattered.”

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

Tears welled up in my eyes before I could stop them. All this time, I’d been so sure she was trying to ruin my prom. But instead, she was giving me the most meaningful gift she ever could.

That night, I wore my mom’s dress to prom.

As soon as I slipped it on, I felt her with me, like she was wrapping me in a hug. The dress fit perfectly. Cindy helped me with my hair, and for the first time, I saw her not as someone trying to replace my mom, but as someone who cared. For me. Deeply.

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A crying teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

When I walked downstairs, my dad was waiting. His eyes widened, and his breath caught.

“Thank goodness I made it,” he said, tears brimming in his eyes. “You look just like Mom!”

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A close up of a man | Source: Midjourney

The prom was magical. And as I danced with my friends, I saw once again that Cindy hadn’t stolen anything from me. She’d given me something priceless.

A way to feel connected with my mom again. And I felt so beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

A teenage girl in her prom dress | Source: Midjourney

A teenage girl in her prom dress | Source: Midjourney

When I got home, Cindy was sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket.

“You’re waiting up for me?” I asked, kicking off my shoes.

“Of course, my darling,” she said. “I wanted to know how your night went. And I’ve got ice cream in the freezer. Mint choc-chip. Your favorite. We can eat it while you tell me.”

That’s when I broke down. In that moment, I knew Cindy wasn’t just my dad’s wife. She was someone who loved me, too.

And maybe, just maybe, that was going to be enough.

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