Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Worry washed over Ariana. Something was off. She approached the door, thinking she’d get the maid’s attention. But the door stood firm, not giving way even a little.

She pulled and yanked, but it was a no-go. Panic bubbled up as the truth settled in. She was trapped.

Heart pounding, Ariana hammered on the door, hoping her voice carried beyond it.

“Hey! Can anyone hear me?”

The maid outside smirked, hearing Ariana’s distant yells and wild thumps against the door.

Miss Pierre had hit the nail on the head. Lately, there were quite a few cunning ladies aiming to tie their fate to the well-heeled Fredricks. Claiming to be a doctor? Probably just a sneaky ploy to cozy up to Mr. Fredrick.

be just the thing to quash any silly ideas she had about the man of the

to be caught in the act, the maid zipped over and redirected her colleague, spinning a tale about a busted light and a sticky door. She said she was about to ring up

maid shuffled on. The moment they were out of whispering range, the maid booked it, leaving Ariana

answer. A sinking feeling took hold. It was clear. The

annoyed huff. Now and then, she gave the door a whack and hollered, but

a house. Who would

smart about it, she yelled in bursts,

wrap around her in that windowless chamber, only

her in a vice grip. But as time dragged on and her own ragged

last dance with claustrophobia. Yet, in this moment,