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

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

doubtful look at the bathroom, the other maid shuffled on. The moment they were out of whispering range, the maid booked it, leaving Ariana in

feeling took hold. It was clear. The maid had

let out an annoyed huff. Now and then, she gave the

had taken such a maze-like route in this mammoth of a house. Who would be around

be smart about it, she

around her in that windowless chamber, only pierced by

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

last dance with claustrophobia. Yet, in this moment,