Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

“Let’s keep the photo our secret. You can’t tell Mommy, okay?”

Grinning, Holden pinkie-promised in agreement. When Melon was distracted, he discreetly took a quick snapshot of the photograph.

Morning dawned, and Ariana groaned awake, the weight of a massive headache pressing down.

She glanced around, recognizing her surroundings as home. Vague memories of last night’s festivities flashed in her mind, but the night’s conclusion was a blur, lost amidst the pain pounding in her head.

Ariana rose from the bed, her temples throbbing, and made her way to the bathroom. Upon catching her reflection, she froze. Her lips, slightly swollen, sported a small cut.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

for any recollection

This was one of the reasons she typically refrained from indulging

the

it must have been some minor accident due to her intoxication, and continued with

she descended the stairs to find Melon seated at the dining

hint of reproach, “You weren’t very careful last night, Mommy. You got drunk, but luckily Mr.

hearing Melon’s words,

Mask? Could

questioned Melon, needing clarity, “Do you mean the masked man we met

Melon nodded affirmatively.