Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Holden extended his hand towards the ethereal figure shimmering before him, but as he drew near, it shattered like a delicate
soap bubble and vanished without a trace. No matter how he tried, the flickering face remained obscured.
With a puzzled expression, Holden ran his fingers over the intricate beadwork adorning the wedding gown he was holding.
Questions swirled in his mind. Where had this dress come from? Who would send it to him? And why did it stir a sense of eerie
familiarity? Could it be a dress he had commissioned?
Holden sank into the sofa, mulling over the silk-and-lace confection.
It must have been his own order, but the details eluded him.
When did he make this request? Why had it arrived only now? The gaps in his memory taunted him.
And a strange frustration welled up inside him. For the first time, Holden felt totally clueless.
Footsteps echoed on the staircase.
“Holden, is that you?” Sadie called out. Her eyes widened at the sight of the dress draping across his lap, and she rushed down
with excitement bubbling in her.
“Is this for me?” she asked, gathering the gown in her hands, her fingers admiring the delicate seed pearls and intricate
beadwork.
“I know you still care about me!”

To her, this gesture meant everything. The wedding was back on, a testament to her unwavering determination. Not even Ariana
could come between them anymore!
Holding the dress against her slender frame, Sadie twirled around joyfully. The man she loved had chosen this gown specifically
for her.
Their wedding day was drawing near, and she envisioned herself by his side as his wife, cementing her place in his life. A coy
smile graced her lips as she gazed at Holden.
“Why didn’t you let me know you were having a dress made? I would have gladly gone for fittings.” She caressed the skirt almost
reverently.
“But I absolutely love your selection. I can’t resist trying it on immediately!”
Before Holden could react, she took the dress with her to change.
His instinct made him want to reach out and stop her, but he hesitated as she rushed into the bedroom.
Maybe she had a point. They had once been in love. It occurred to him that this dress might have been intended for her all along.
The thought weighed heavily on his mind for reasons he couldn’t quite comprehend.
A few moments later, Sadie emerged, draped in ivory silk.
The dress engulfed her delicate frame, with the long skirt pooling on the floor, making her seem even smaller. She almost tripped
over the hem as she walked.

“Who on earth tailored this? The sizing is completely off!” She huffed in frustration, tugging at the bodice, which hung open
across her narrow shoulders.
Holden’s expression turned dark.