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

brain for any recollection of the night’s events that could

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

the night remained

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

ready, she descended the stairs to find Melon seated at the dining table, enjoying

careful

Melon’s words,

Mask? Could it be

“Do you mean the masked man we met during

Melon nodded affirmatively.