Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 777
But his feelings for her had faded over time. The only thing he remembered now was her beautiful face when she was young.
Theodore looked so much Like her.
Darian and Aimee used to love each other very much. They couldn’t stand the thought of being separated, so he married her.
Alas, some men couldn’t commit themselves to one woman.
A few years after Theodore’s birth, Darian started to get tired of Aimee.
At that point in time, Aimee no longer looked the same as when they first met.
After giving birth to the baby, her body began to change. She often cried in front of Darian during her pregnancy, which killed the
image of the graceful woman he had made of her. Although she gradually got back in shape, Darian was no Longer interested in
her
After that incident, his dislike for her grew even more.
Frowning, with disgust and impatience in his eyes, Darian said through gritted teeth to the people behind him, “I just made a
mistake like a lot of other men have made. I had an affair with Sharon over 2@ years ago and Aimee found out. At the time,
Aimee quarreled with me every day and she even tried to kill herself several times. I couldn’t talk her out of it or control her. So I
had no choice but to lock her in the mansion in the southern suburbs to prevent her from committing suicide. I didn’t expect her
to go crazy over it.”
Theodore’s thoughts drifted back to a recurring dream that had haunted him for over a decade.

In this nightmare, a woman he knew was crouched in a corner, clutching at strands of hair that now resembled dry, lifeless grass.
Golden shackles bound her ankles as she trembled, mumbling incoherently to herself. The woman who once radiated Life and
joy now looked gaunt, her once-sparkling eyes were devoid of life.
Each time Theodore had this dream, he was jolted awake, a knot of fear in his gut and a stabbing pain in his heart.
Yet the true villain of the tale still claimed innocence, and even had the audacity to say that it was all for her own good.
The expression in Theodore’s eyes frosted over.
As Darian continued to rant, he blamed Aimee for everything. “She did it to herself! Her sanity slipped away because she
couldn’t handle it.
I gave her all I could. She lived in a grand mansion in the southern suburbs. I supplied her with the finest food and even sought
out the best doctor for her. She was the one who refused to comply with the treatment!”
His words twisted the truth, painting her as the needy one, the crazy one, the one clinging to him, and even suggested that she
was trying to pin the blame on him.
Theodore regarded him coolly and scoffed, “No one is more aware of the true cause of my mother’s mental collapse than you,
Darian.”
At his words, Darian, who had been so intent on maligning Aimee, seemed to grow anxious; an unmistakable hint of discomfort
flashed across his face.
With a stern expression, he confronted Theodore. “What are you implying? Do you really want to dredge up events from over a
decade ago? Did you not see for yourself just how mad she had become? ALL I’ve said is the truth, isn’t it?”

Darian stubbornly argued, refusing to acknowledge his wrongdoings. But Theodore wasn’t about to let him off easily. He signaled
to the people around him, and moments later, a medicine bottle was presented to Darian.
Recognizing the bottle, Darian’s face whitened, a surge of panic washing over him. He couldn’t comprehend how the bottle,
which he had ordered to be destroyed, was now here in front of him. Was it a replica?
He was sure he had perfectly executed his plans, carefully eliminated anyone involved, and left no trace of evidence.
“I don’t recognize this. Don’t think you can deceive me with some random bottle, Theodore!” Darian exclaimed, his face ashen,
yet he remained steadfast in his denial.
Unruffled, Theodore responded, “This, Darian, is the evidence of your heinous act — the way you drove my mother to the brink
of insanity.”