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

closer to inspect the cut, she racked her brain for any recollection of

frustrated her to know that on occasions when she drank excessively, her memory often failed her. This was one of the reasons she typically refrained

efforts, the

have been some minor accident due to

the stairs to find Melon seated at the dining table, enjoying

careful last night, Mommy. You

Melon’s words,

Mask? Could it be

mean the masked man we met during our

Melon nodded affirmatively.