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

member, curious about the commotion from the bathroom. Not in the mood 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

doubtful look at the bathroom, the other maid shuffled on. The moment they were out of whispering range, the

answer. A sinking feeling took hold. It

and then, she gave the door a whack and hollered, but getting noticed was looking

taken such a maze-like route in this mammoth of a house.

smart about it, she yelled

her in

pitch dark, Ariana strained to see, but shapes remained ghostly. Initially, panic had her in a vice grip. But as time dragged on and her own ragged breathing was the only sound, a bone- chilling fear settled in her heart. It was as if

had passed since her last dance with claustrophobia. Yet, in this moment, her thoughts