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.

nerve. Well, she had snagged this sly one in the act. A Little lesson might be just the thing to quash any silly

Another staff 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

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

thin with no answer. A sinking feeling took hold. It was clear. The maid had probably locked her

pockets, she remembered. Her phone? Upstairs, doing zilch. She let out an annoyed huff. Now and then, she gave the door a whack and hollered, but getting noticed

back, she had taken such a maze-like route in this mammoth of a house. Who would be around often enough to catch wind of her

about it, she yelled in bursts, resting

her in that windowless chamber, only pierced by her

remained ghostly. Initially, panic had her in a vice grip. But as time dragged on and her own

her last dance with claustrophobia. Yet, in this moment, her thoughts were