Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

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Horace stood at the entrance waiting for her, his disheveled appearance a stark contrast to his usual impeccable demeanor.
His hair was askew, his eyes bloodshot and swollen, clearly struggling to maintain composure.
A multitude of questions flooded Ariana’s mind, desperate for answers about what had transpired and how Theodore could be in
peril.
Yet, her words lodged in her throat, rendered voiceless. All she could think about was Laying her eyes on Theodore.
Seeing him safe and unharmed.
As they entered the elevator, Horace pressed the descent button.
Ariana stared at the glowing red button, forcing a bitter smile. Her voice trembled as she inquired, “Why are we descending? Isn’t
the emergency room on the third floor?”
Grief etched across his face, Horace drew a deep breath, met her gaze, and steadied his voice. “Mrs. Anderson, we’re heading
to basement level two-the morgue.”
Ariana was in a daze. There was a strange numbness over her mind. She only came to her senses when she heard the sound of
the elevator pinging as it came to a stop. The doors opened, and she stepped out, her movements as sluggish and lifeless as a
walking corpse.
Two people were already standing at the entrance of the morgue.

It was Darian and Jasper.
Their faces showed no sign of grief. Although Ariana was too far away to hear what they were saying, their glee was apparent,
as if they didn’t care they were standing outside a morgue.
Moreover, seeing that they looked so delighted, it must mean they had already confirmed the body’s identity.
When they saw Ariana approaching, Darian shot Jasper a look, and the two of them tried to suppress their amusement and feign
sorrow instead.
Darian’s eyes squinted, and he managed to squeeze out a small tear as he said to Ariana with a face filled with contrived grief,
“Ah, Ariana, don’t be too sad.”
Jasper, on the other hand, was even more insensitive and showed no restraint or attempt to hide his true feelings in front of her.
His lips curled into a smug smirk, an air of schadenfreude and triumph around him.
He looked at Ariana with raised eyebrows and a wide grin and said, “My brother is gone, but you need to be sure to take care of
yourself, my dear sister-in-law.”
He drawled the words “sister-in-law” in a provocative manner as a way to get under her skin.
Ariana stared at him, her mind going blank. At that moment, the sight of their pretentious expressions made her want to do
nothing more than tear them apart with her bare hands.
Darian noticed Jasper’s lack of restraint and decided to mediate the situation, clearing his throat awkwardly. He assumed an
elder’s demeanor and patted Ariana lightly on the shoulder. “Anyway, try to be strong, Ariana. The accident occurred the day
before yesterday, early in the morning. He was in the hospital for two days... The doctors tried their best.”

For a moment, Ariana froze when she heard Darian’s words then her brain began to process this information
The day before yesterday in the early morning? Wasn’t Theodore in bed at that time, sleeping soundly beside her?
Although she wasn’t sure what time Theodore had got up and left, she knew he had gone to get Marley’s clothes before she
visited Lilyana’s shop. Then how could he have been in the accident the day before yesterday?
The moment the pieces fell into place in her mind, the flood of emotions welling in Ariana’s heart broke loose. Her chest heaved
violently, and she suddenly grabbed Darian’s arm with a fierce grip.
With her wild, bloodshot eyes fixed on him, she asked in a hoarse voice, “Where?”