Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 643
In her panicked state, Ariana successfully dodged his assault, but tripped on the debris scattered across the floor, sending her
crashing to the floor.
Mike managed to pin her down, raising his fist to strike. While struggling, Ariana’s hand brushed against some shards of glass. In
a desperate move, she grabbed the shards and plunged them into Mike’s face without a second thought.
Mike howled in pain, hands immediately flying to his injured eyes. Taking advantage of his momentary vulnerability, Ariana
shoved him off and sprang to her feet. Mike writhed on the floor, clutching his face. ©
Seeing Mike accidentally rolling into the room, Ariana quickly pivoted to face Jack, pushing him into the small room. Sarah was
quick to react, grabbing Jack’s collar and helping Ariana shove him into the room before he could react.
They hurriedly shut the door behind them, only to realize that the door could only be locked from the inside. Outside the room
was a mess, with nothing they could use to barricade the door. Their only choice was to hold it tightly, doing their best to keep
the men from bursting out. ©
Locked inside, it didn’t take long for the two men to regain their senses and make a beeline for the door, trying to force it open.
They hammered on the door relentlessly, their combined strength challenging Ariana and Sarah’s resistance. The two women
knew it was a losing battle – it was just a matter of time before the door gave way. ©
When those men managed to break out, Ariana and Sarah knew they would be in deep trouble.

The sound of a muffled moan nearby added to Ariana’s worry. The man she’d struck earlier with her crutch was regaining
consciousness. If he woke up fully, they’d be outnumbered and outmatched.
Sarah was petrified, clinging desperately to the door, her mind refusing to contemplate what would happen if the men got out.
“Sarah,” Ariana voiced suddenly, her tone decisive. “I’m going to count to three, and then we both bolt. Don’t look back, don’t
stop, just run.”
Terrified, but seeing no other choice, Sarah nodded. She held her breath, mentally preparing for Ariana’s countdown.
“One, two, three— run!”
With her heart hammering in her chest, Sarah sprinted towards the stairwell. But as she neared the stairs, a horrifying thought
struck her, Ariana couldn’t run.
Frantically, Sarah spun around to see Ariana struggling to hold the door back all by herself.
Her first impulse was to rush back, but Ariana saw her hesitation and yelled at her, “Keep going!”
With that, Ariana let go of the door, and started hobbling away in the direction opposite to the stairs.
The men barreled out of the room, and Sarah knew getting captured again wasn’t an option. So, ignoring the screaming fear in
her, she dashed down the stairs.
Upon getting out, an irate Mike scanned around briefly, dismissed Sarah, and set his sights on Ariana. His eyes seethed with
rage as he charged after her, bellowing like a madman. “Get that woman! She’s not escaping today!”

The sound of the closing footsteps confirmed Ariana’s belief. They would focus their pursuit on her, and if she ran with Sarah,
she would only slow her down. So, it seemed best to stake it all on one last gamble.
She remembered the balcony she and Theodore had escaped through earlier. To assist in their previous rescue, the team had
ripped off the burnt fencing, leaving behind just a flat platform. The balcony wasn’t visible in the dark, which gave her an edge.
So, Ariana sprinted towards the balcony with all her might. The bare platform quickly came into view.