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.

their

behind Brielle and Jasper. He marched her up to the coffin, her body a puppet under his

remained frozen, their heads bowed as if

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

scripture tenderly. He turned to her with a soft, resolute gaze. “Ms. Sharon,”

look at the priest, her voice quaking, “Wh-what…

calm demeanor. “You’re

wildly, eyes darting from the

reluctance washed over her like a chilling tide, her gaze

of her less-than-reputable past, but to expose it before a sea of onlookers was unthinkable. How could she remain a fixture in high society if she admitted to her social

safety catch being released echoed in the room, the gun

I confess! I should never have been a mistress, or interfered with

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

Chapter: 773

her simmering nerves, a symbol of his reassuring presence.

said I’d introduce you to my mother, remember?” His gaze brimmed with an affection that radiated warmth, even in their chilly

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

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

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

as thin ice, but Theodore shattered it with a voice as icy as

through the gathered guests; glances were

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

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