Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 773

Theodore’s hand came to rest gently on Ariana’s head; it was a touch meant to quell her simmering nerves, a symbol of his reassuring presence. He leaned in closer, his voice a mere breath against her ear.

“My promise hasn’t slipped my mind,” he assured her softly, “I said I’d introduce you to my mother, remember?” His gaze brimmed with an affection that radiated warmth, even in their chilly surroundings.

Despite the swell of emotions threatening to burst forth, Ariana managed to maintain her composure. She nodded, meeting Theodore’s eyes with her own, affirming their shared understanding.

Together, they stood; their hands interlocked in silent affirmation of their united front. Ariana was braced for whatever drama might unfurl before them. She was resolved to weather every storm, every challenge, by Theodore’s side.

Yet, as she held his hand, she couldn’t ignore the subtle tremor that belied his seeming tranquility. Underneath the surface, a current of unease surged, a secret only she was privy to.

The silence in the crowd was as brittle as thin ice, but Theodore shattered it with a voice as icy as winter. “If anyone wants to go, I’m not going to stand in your way,” he declared.

A ripple of surprise coursed through the gathered guests; glances were exchanged but not one of them dared to move.

They grasped the true nature of the situation; this was a private matter for the Anderson family. The icy warning in Theodore’s words was meant solely for his kin. As the guests bore no grudge against him, they had no cause for alarm.

In the wake of the unfolding spectacle and the surprise arrival of Darian’s ex-wife, curiosity wound itself tightly around each guest, holding them fast. They remained, captivated, desperate to witness the ensuing drama.

Theodore caught sight of their immobilized forms, their silence answering his challenge. With a subtle signal to the priest, he indicated it was time to carry on.

The priest nodded in response to Theodore’s discreet cue. His voice, serene yet commanding, addressed the crowd. “We’re going to deviate from the usual schedule today. Before the prayers, a confession will be made.” His gaze sought out a particular figure, seemingly swallowed by the surrounding crowd.

A gasp echoed through the crowd as bodyguards moved towards Jasper.

his comrades froze, their bodies held hostage

he yanked Sharon from behind Brielle and Jasper. He marched her up to the coffin, her body a

his cohorts, crippled by fear, remained frozen, their heads bowed as if hoping

plea “Darian, help me!” she cried, but her words were abruptly muzzled by

her with a soft, resolute gaze. “Ms. Sharon,” he said gently, “it’s time

her knees, shaking. She dared a quick look at

demeanor. “You’re aware of what must be

darting from the

over her like a chilling tide, her gaze darting nervously behind

of onlookers was unthinkable. How could she remain a fixture in high society if she admitted to her social climbing and

nearby seemed to sense her hesitation. The chilling sound of a gun’s safety catch being released echoed in the room, the gun

seriousness of the situation, Sharon fell to the ground, her voice breaking. “I confess! I confess! I should never have been a mistress, or interfered with someone’s marriage! I’m guilty!

saying that, Sharon looked up at the priest, hoping that she would

Chapter: 773

to rest gently on Ariana’s head; it was a touch meant to quell her simmering nerves, a symbol

mind,” he assured her softly, “I said I’d introduce you to my mother, remember?” His gaze brimmed with an affection

burst forth, Ariana managed to maintain her composure. She nodded, meeting Theodore’s eyes with her own,

was braced for whatever drama might unfurl before them. She was

hand, she couldn’t ignore the subtle tremor that belied his seeming tranquility. Underneath the surface, a current of unease surged, a

as brittle as thin ice, but Theodore shattered it with a voice as icy as winter. “If anyone wants to go, I’m not going to stand

ripple of surprise coursed through the gathered guests; glances were exchanged but not one of them dared to

this was a private matter for the Anderson family. The icy warning in Theodore’s words was meant solely for his kin. As the guests bore no

wake of the unfolding spectacle and the surprise arrival of Darian’s ex-wife, curiosity wound itself tightly around each guest, holding them fast. They remained, captivated, desperate to witness

their immobilized forms, their silence answering his challenge. With a subtle signal to the priest, he indicated it