Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 324

Theodore’s dreamscape was awash with vibrant blues—the sky stretched out endlessly, while the clear waters of the lake shimmered invitingly. It was as if he had been transported back to a time before life had become so complicated and before pain and resentment had taken root in his heart.

As he trailed after the girl in white, her laughter echoing in his ears, Theodore felt a profound sense of contentment. For a moment, he forgot all his worries and surrendered himself to the simple pleasures of the present.

But beneath the surface, a gnawing emptiness persisted, a reminder of something he had lost. Still, he could not help but admire the girl’s unbridled joy, and he wondered if this was what paradise looked like.

They strolled through the verdant meadow, the grass brushing against their ankles until they reached a bridge. Just as Theodore was about to follow the girl across, his heart seized with terror—the serene landscape had been transformed into a perilous trap. The girl, oblivious to the danger, continued to move forward, inching closer to the gaping chasm that now loomed behind her.

“Marley!”

sickening sense of weightlessness consumed him, and he reached out frantically, desperate to save her. But his grasp met nothing but air, and he was left to witness her tragic

so idyllic now fragmented into jagged shards, piercing him with a pain so intense it felt like suffocation. At last, the agony jolted him out of slumber, his body drenched

for air, his chest heaving as he tried to shake off the remnants of the nightmare. With trembling hands, he

but it was as if his memories were shrouded in a thick fog. All he could recall was a sense of feverish delirium

covers and sat up, his gaze drawn to an empty cup resting

frown etched itself onto Theodore’s face as he tried to retrace the events that had led him to this moment. He had never

clang and sizzling wafted through the air, indicating that

intuition struck him—could it

in the kitchen. With a resigned sigh, he

into his wheelchair and rolling through the brightly-lit apartment. The aroma of

living room, he caught a glimpse of a lithe figure moving gracefully in the