Aric Hutchinson and Samantha Miller were beginning their journey as husband and wife when an unimaginable tragedy struck. What should have been the happiest day of their lives ended in heartbreak and loss.
Just hours after exchanging vows, the couple departed their wedding reception on Folly Beach, South Carolina, in a low-speed vehicle (LSV) adorned with sparklers. Operated by Aric’s relatives, Benjamin and Brogan Garrett, the street-legal cart was heading toward the couple’s accommodation, just two blocks away, when disaster struck.
A rented Toyota driven by 25-year-old Jamie Lee Komoroski collided with the back of the LSV at high speed. Data revealed Komoroski was driving 65 mph in a 25 mph zone and had barely attempted to brake before the crash, which occurred around 10 p.m.
Tragically, Samantha died at the scene from blunt force injuries, while Aric suffered severe injuries, including broken bones and a brain injury. He remains in critical condition. Benjamin Garrett was also hospitalized with serious injuries, while Brogan was treated and later released.
Komoroski, allegedly under the influence at the time of the crash, faces charges of reckless vehicular homicide and three counts of driving under the influence causing death. Each DUI charge carries a potential sentence of up to 25 years in prison. Authorities confirmed the LSV was properly equipped with lights and legal for nighttime driving.
Samantha’s mother, devastated by the loss, shared her grief: “She literally ran into my daughter going 65 miles an hour. Sammie and Aric were on the back of the golf cart, and she just whammed my child.”
Samantha’s sister, Mandi Jenkins, recalled the horrifying moment: “We were sitting on the balcony in our pajamas and heard the sirens. They kept going and going. When my sister didn’t respond to my texts, we drove to the scene, and what we saw was devastating.”
Komoroski refused to provide a breath sample at the police station. A warrant was issued for blood samples, and results are pending.
In the wake of the tragedy, Aric’s mother, Annette Hutchinson, created a GoFundMe campaign to cover medical expenses and funeral costs. She wrote: “Aric has had one of two reconstruction surgeries, numerous broken bones, and a brain injury. He has lost the love of his life.” The fundraiser has raised nearly $600,000 as of Wednesday, far surpassing its $100,000 goal.
Another campaign, started by Samantha’s sister Mandi, has raised $37,000 of its $10,000 goal to honor Samantha’s memory.
“Samantha was fearless, and that’s exactly how she lived her last day,” Mandi wrote. “She was so excited to start her life with Aric. You could feel the love on that beach.”
Our deepest condolences go out to Samantha’s family and friends. May she rest in peace.
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While Cleaning the Car, My Son Asked, ‘Why Don’t We Just Take the Secret Car Daddy Drives?’
When my son innocently revealed that my husband was secretly driving a shinier car with a woman I knew nothing about, I thought his secret would break us apart. But then I did my investigation and discovered a truth I never anticipated.
I’ll admit it: our car was a disaster zone. Sharing it with my husband, Ben, who works in construction, meant it constantly smelled of sawdust and sweat.
The floors were a graveyard of mud from his boots, crumpled fast-food wrappers, dust-covered tools, and the occasional rogue nail or screw! But when I tried to clean it, our son, Liam, told me something that changed our lives forever.
A dirty car | Source: Midjourney
While my husband trashed the front of our old car, the backseat was Liam’s domain. It was a scattered mess of broken crayons, half-eaten snacks, and sticky juice boxes!
Between driving our five-year-old to preschool, running errands, and visiting my mother — who had been struggling with her health — keeping the car clean felt impossible. It was a battle I was constantly losing, but giving up wasn’t an option because I also used it.
A woman looking at a dirty car | Source: Midjourney
But this Saturday morning was different. Ben’s coworker, Mike, offered to pick him up for an early shift, giving me a rare slice of free time and access to the car. I glanced at the wreck that was our car and decided it was time to wage war against the mess.
“Liam, want to help me clean the car?” I asked, half-hoping he’d say no.
His eyes lit up. “Can I use the sponge?”
“You bet.”
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Liam looked so cute as he marched outside, clutching a tiny sponge like a sword. For the first 30 minutes, we made a good team. He scrubbed the rims with the focus of a tiny soldier, and I tackled the front seats, pulling out old receipts and sticky candy wrappers.
But it wasn’t long before my son plopped down on the curb, puffing out his cheeks.
“Mom, why don’t we just take the secret car Daddy drives?”
I froze. My hands, gripping a dust rag and a sponge, went still.
“Secret car?” I repeated slowly, keeping my voice light.
A confused woman | Source: Midjourney
We were only halfway through cleaning, and I really didn’t need this distraction, but I just had to know what Liam was talking about.
He nodded, casually picking at a dried leaf.
“Yeah, the shiny black one. The lady always lets Daddy drive.”
My pulse quickened.
“What lady, sweetheart?”
My son shrugged, completely unbothered.
“The pretty one with curly hair. They were laughing, and then she gave Daddy the keys. I saw them when Jenna was watching me. You were at Grandma’s house.”
The sponge slipped from my hand.
A woman washing a car | Source: Midjourney
I forced a chuckle and pretended to brush it off, though my stomach twisted into knots and my hands were shaking.
“Oh, that’s funny. I’ll ask Daddy about it later.”
But my mind was racing. Ben never mentioned anything about a fancy car or another woman. Why would Liam say that? And why had this happened when I wasn’t home?
Later that afternoon, when my son was down for his nap, I sat in the kitchen after showering, staring at the counter but seeing nothing. The more I thought about it, the more the pieces didn’t fit. Ben had been distant lately, brushing off conversations and spending more time away from home. But a secret car? A woman?
A woman deep in thought | Source: Midjourney
I quickly made up my mind, deciding not to ask my husband anything yet. I needed to find answers on my own. So, I pulled out my phone and texted my friend Sarah.
Me: “Hey. Can I borrow your car tonight? It’s complicated. I’ll explain later.”
Her response was instant.
Sarah: “Uh, YES. Spill!”
I sighed. This wasn’t how I imagined spending my Saturday night.
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That evening, I enacted my plan by casually telling Ben I was dropping off groceries at my mom’s, but Sarah was picking me up because we wanted to go out for drinks afterward. I told my husband not to wait up, but he barely looked up from the game he was watching.
“Drive safe,” he mumbled.
Jenna, our regular babysitter and Liam’s older best friend who watched and kept him busy in the evenings while I cooked was lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone. She glanced up.
“Can I leave, or do you need me to stay late?”
“Maybe. Ask Ben,” I said, forcing a smile.
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When I got out, Sarah’s car was parked in our driveway. She was sitting in the driver’s seat, sipping an iced coffee. “Alright, what’s going on?” she asked when I got in and shut the door.
“I think Ben’s hiding something.”
Sarah’s eyebrows shot up.
“Like… hiding what? Illegal substances? Another woman?”
I winced.
“I don’t know. Liam saw him with some woman in a black car. He said she let Ben drive it.”
“Oh.” Sarah leaned back. “Wow, that sucks… so, what’s the plan?”
“We follow him.”
Two women sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney
Sarah gave me a long look before grinning.
“I’m so in! Ben’s going down!”
We parked away from the house but close enough to see if there was any movement in the front yard. Not ten minutes later, as anticipated, my husband left the house, carrying a small box under his arm. It looked like a jewelry box, the kind meant for something expensive. My heart squeezed as I wondered if it was a gift for her.
“What’s in the box?” Sarah whispered for some reason.
“I don’t know. But I need to find out.”
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A sleek black car rolled up. A woman with dark curly hair stepped out, smiling as she handed Ben the keys. Then, she slid into the passenger seat while my husband took the wheel. Ben didn’t leave with Jenna, so I assumed she was staying to look after Liam while he was out.
“That’s her,” I said, my voice low. “Follow them. But stay back.”
Sarah nodded, her expression serious for once.
We followed them through the winding streets, staying two cars behind. They weaved through downtown before pulling into the parking lot of a sleek, modern office building.
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Ben and the woman got out. She adjusted her blazer, and my husband carefully cradled the box.
“I’m going in,” I said, unbuckling my seatbelt.
Sarah grabbed my arm. “Wait, wait. Are you crazy?”
“Probably. But I have to see what’s going on. I have to know.”
Sarah nodded and said, “I’ll be right here waiting no matter what happens. If you need me, just call, okay?”
“Okay. Thanks, Sar,” I said, grasping her hand affectionately before leaving her car.
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Inside, I followed them quietly, my heart hammering in my chest. They disappeared behind a door labeled Private Meeting Room. Peeking through the narrow glass panel, I saw the woman open a laptop.
Ben carefully lifted the box’s lid, revealing a delicate necklace with intricate gold filigree and a small ruby at its center. It looked old. Expensive.
He looked somber as he handed the box over to her. She looked at the necklace, nodded, and began typing furiously. I backed away, my mind spinning. Was he giving her jewelry? Was he cheating?!
A confused woman | Source: Midjourney
Confused and shaken by what I was seeing, I stepped away from the door. I needed answers, and I couldn’t wait any longer. But Ben suddenly opened the door, and I stepped in front of him.
“Care to explain?” I asked, my voice trembling.
He froze. His eyes went wide.
“What are you doing here?!” he asked in shock.
“I could ask you the same thing. Who is she? Why do you have that necklace?”
He looked over his shoulder nervously.
“Let’s talk outside.”
A sad man | Source: Midjourney
Back in Sarah’s car, Ben let out a long, tired sigh, rubbing his temples. We’d asked my friend for privacy, and she went inside the building, saying, “I’ll just browse around a bit and keep an eye on that other woman.”
“It’s not what you think,” he started.
“Oh, it never is. So explain.”
“That necklace was my mom’s. One of the last things I have of hers.”
“Then why are you giving it to her?”
“I’m not. I was going to sell it.”
I blinked. “Sell it? Why?”
My husband’s shoulders slumped.
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“It’s your mom. When her medical bills started piling up a few years ago, I took out a personal loan to help. I didn’t want you to stress over it, so I kept it quiet. I thought I could handle it, but with interest, it spiraled out of control. The woman you saw — Marissa — is a financial consultant. She’s helping me figure out how to pay it off.”
My anger dissolved instantly, replaced by guilt, as I finally realized why she was so formal-looking. The typing also finally made sense.
“Ben… why didn’t you tell me?”
He stared at the steering wheel.
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“Because it’s my job to protect this family. You’ve been under so much stress with Liam and your mom. I thought I could handle it.”
Tears welled up in my eyes. “Ben, we’re a team. You don’t have to do this alone.”
His voice cracked. “I thought selling the necklace was the only way.”
I shook my head. “No. We’ll figure this out together.”
A sad woman | Source: Midjourney
Over the next few weeks, we worked together to find a viable solution and made changes. I insisted on picking up extra shifts at my part-time job. We cut back on unnecessary expenses.
And to my surprise, Marissa was kind and understanding, helping us restructure the loan so we could make realistic payments.
Oh, and the driving thing — Marissa explained it to me too. She frequently used the travel time to review documents or prepare notes for their meetings.
Letting Ben drive allowed her to focus on her work uninterrupted, maximizing their time and ensuring they were prepared for discussions.
A businesswoman | Source: Midjourney
And Ben got to keep the necklace. I told him to save it for Liam — a piece of our family’s history that he could pass down as a reminder of the love and sacrifices that shaped our family.
Looking back, it’s funny how a child’s innocent question about a “secret car” could have torn us apart. But it brought us closer instead. Our life isn’t perfect, but we have each other. And that’s more than enough.
A happy family | Source: Midjourney
Sadly, Ben’s wife isn’t the only woman who thought her husband was cheating. After meeting their son’s fiancée, Lily’s husband met up with the young woman in secret. Livid, I confronted them, but the truth was far from what I’d imagined.
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.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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