Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter: 813
“Damn it! That woman is so frustrating!” Helen exploded, her voice echoing off the walls. The TV remote in her fist collided with
the screen, leaving a jagged crack across Ariana’s televised image.
“She doesn’t deserve him. Not one bit,” she muttered, sinking into the plush comfort of her white couch. A question gnawed at
her. “Why would Theodore ever fall for her?”
After a moment, her gaze Locked onto Ariana’s fractured face on the TV, she found herself moving towards a smaller room.
Here, a montage of Theodore’s pictures blanketed the walls, a testament to her intense feelings.
She collapsed onto the floor, her eyes scanning the room filled with her candid snaps. “Why did you choose her over me?”
While living with the Anderson family, she secretly took those pictures.
Standing up, she approached a beautifully adorned box. Its contents were a museum of Theodore’s discarded personal effects, a
frayed tie, an empty shower gel bottle, a broken pen, and a notebook with pages torn out.
In a stark contrast, Ariana’s pictures were stabbed onto a smaller board. Helen had carved into them with a knife, making her
features unrecognizable. Beside the photos, a Little blue teddy bear was impaled with a knife.
Helen yanked out the knife and gripped the bear, a bitter murmur escaping her lips. “Marley, you aren’t keen on losing Theodore,
huh? Ariana needs to Learn her place.”
With a swift motion, she buried the knife into Ariana’s photo.

Meanwhile, Brielle was in her dressing room, smearing on Lipstick as a news broadcast ran on her phone. The sight of Ariana
squirming under the journalists’ onslaught brought a smirk to her lips. She orchestrated this media circus around Ariana’s secret
to make her life difficult.
But then, Theodore appeared on her screen. His candid confession wiped the smirk off her face. Was Theodore really in love
with Ariana?
His revelation felt like a slap to her face. The thought of the usually cold and aloof Theodore falling in Love was hard for her to
digest. She tried to deny it, but jealousy wormed its way into her thoughts. How was it possible for him to shower Ariana with
such affection?
Why was Ariana the Lucky one when she was stuck with Reilly, a man far from handsome and full of quirks?
Her phone buzzed, breaking her train of thought. An anonymous text blinked on the screen. “I know it’s you behind all this. Bet
you’re pleased she’s in the hospital.”
Brielle was taken aback, but decided to play it cool, opting not to respond. A second message chimed in, “Want to make her life
even more miserable? I have a way to make it happen.”
She paused, her fingers hovering over the screen before she responded with a question mark.
When Ariana awoke in the hospital, her gaze fell upon Sarah, who sat nearby, furrowing her brow as she checked her phone.
Before Ariana fully regained her senses, she was momentarily bewildered by Sarah’s presence.
Sarah looked up and noticed Ariana awakening. Hastily discarding her phone, she rushed over to Ariana and asked, “How are
you feeling? Are you all right?”

Ariana nodded, her confusion still evident.
Relief washed over Sarah, and she let out a sigh. “Thank goodness
Theodore arrived in time. Otherwise, those unscrupulous media vultures wouldn’t have let you off so easily.”
Sarah seethed with anger towards the unscrupulous media. Her hands clenched tightly in frustration.
Through gritted teeth, she spat, “I’ve identified the person who leaked your location! It was Tyler’s assistant. Damn it! That
assistant used to work for SJ Entertainment. He would often peddle gossip to fans and the media in private. He expressed
interest in working with us, and I foolishly believed he wouldn’t stoop to such behavior again.”
Sarah’s anger intensified. She had sensed that something was amiss after the accident.