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.

Jasper and his comrades froze, their bodies

through the crowd, his grip firm as he yanked Sharon from behind Brielle and Jasper. He marched her up to the coffin, her body

and his cohorts, crippled by fear, remained frozen, their heads bowed as if hoping to avoid witnessing the spectacle

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

her, held his scripture tenderly. He turned to her with a soft, resolute gaze. “Ms. Sharon,” he said gently, “it’s time

a quick look at the

priest maintained his calm demeanor. “You’re aware

wildly, eyes darting from the priest

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

was unthinkable. How could she remain a fixture in high society if

The chilling sound of a gun’s safety catch being released

fell to the ground, her voice breaking. “I confess! I confess! I should never have been a mistress, or interfered

at the priest,

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quell her simmering nerves, a symbol of his reassuring presence. He leaned in closer, his voice a mere breath against

softly, “I said I’d introduce you to my mother,

managed to maintain her composure. She nodded, meeting

for whatever drama might unfurl before

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

as thin ice, but Theodore shattered it with a voice as icy as winter. “If anyone wants

ripple of surprise coursed through the gathered guests; glances were exchanged but not

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

surprise arrival of Darian’s ex-wife, curiosity wound itself tightly around each guest,

their immobilized forms, their silence answering his challenge. With a subtle signal