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

the cut, she racked her brain for any recollection

This was one of the reasons she typically refrained from indulging in alcohol. However, last night’s jubilation had overridden her caution, resulting in her current

efforts, the night remained

minor accident due to

to find Melon seated

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

Melon’s words, Ariana’s

Mask? Could it be

questioned Melon, needing clarity, “Do you mean the

Melon nodded affirmatively.