Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 591
Suddenly, she blurted out, “I have this persistent feeling that I frequently sleepwalk.
Sometimes I wake up on the balcony, only to find myself back in bed. Did you have anything to do with this?”
Theodore’s lips trembled slightly, and he confessed, “Yes.”
Lifting his head, his bloodshot eyes met hers, brimming with sorrow. “But I’m only concerned about your well-being. I merely
want to...”
He yearned to be in her presence at all times, reluctant to part from her even for a single moment.
Yet, he struggled to articulate these sentiments, loathing himself for his own conduct.
True to his expectations, Ariana succumbed to despair. “Why?” she exclaimed, her desire for insight overpowering. “I have no
wish to delve into the depths of your thoughts. 1 simply know that you surveilled me! You violated my privacy unlawfully! Even as
your wife, you never sought my consent, from the very beginning until now. You never considered how frightened I might be. I
even contemplated seeking medical help, believing I suffered from somnambulism. But you, consumed by your own desires,
disregard my feelings entirely,” she lamented, her body trembling with emotional turmoil.
With trepidation, she reached for Theodore’s phone, intending to uninstall the tracking app. However, her efforts were in vain as
she discovered her inability to do so.
“Let me delete it.”

Theodore extended his hand towards her, yet before he could make contact, she swiftly evaded his touch, horror etched on her
face. “Don’t touch me!”
Theodore’s hand came to a halt, and a tinge of sadness crept into his gaze.
Ariana, however, refused to meet his eyes. She mustered up every ounce of cold-heartedness within her and flung his phone at
him. Then she smashed her own phone on the floor.
He could still rely on the tracking app, but she would no longer be dependent on her phone.
The phone and its attached pendant both lay broken, mirroring the shattered state of Ariana and Theodore’s relationship.
“Get out,” she demanded, pointing sternly towards the door, driving him away with her command. ©
But Theodore remained motionless, his form slumped in the wheelchair.
“If you don’t leave, I’ll leave.” Ariana, overcome with frustration, was on the verge of leaping out of bed but quickly realized the
folly of her injured ankle. She had forgotten her inability to walk normally in the heat of the moment.
Taking a few ill-fated steps, she stumbled and collapsed onto the floor, clutching her stomach in pain.
Thoughts of her unborn child flooded her mind, filling her with panic. The onslaught of emotional blows became overwhelming,
causing her to lose control.
She could no longer rein in her emotions.

In a swift motion, Theodore rose from his wheelchair, poised to assist her, but she bellowed, “Don’t come over! Don’t you enjoy
sitting in that wheelchair? Then stay there!”
Her tears flowed uncontrollably, mirroring her profound sorrow and disappointment.