Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence

With that notion in mind, Ariana’s image suddenly flashed in his thoughts.

Whether it was a product of his own mind or not, Holden couldn’t shake the notion that the person in the photo seemed to bear an uncanny resemblance to Ariana the longer he gazed upon it.

Yet, it raised a perplexing question-five years ago, Ariana had been married, deeply in love with her husband. How could this person possibly be her?

At this moment, Holden’s mind brimmed with an ever-deepening well of questions.

One truth was incontrovertible: Sadie had indeed deceived him.

Five years ago, the person he had fallen in love with was not Sadie but an enigma yet to be unraveled.

The big question was: who could it be? Why had Aldus never broached this subject? Did anyone else know about it? What role had Sadie played in the events five years ago? And how, perplexingly, had she come to have a child with him? Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

These queries swirled through Holden’s thoughts, forming an intricate puzzle he was resolute in solving.

It had taken until now for him to realize that his life had been ensconced in an impenetrable haze. Seated in the corridor, he Looked at the photo, his contemplation repeatedly returning to Ariana.

His feelings for her weren’t a concoction of whimsy; he couldn’t comprehend why she held such sway over him or why she elicited such unique emotions.

Then, the memory of the blank information of Ariana’s husband, Theodore, resurfaced—a perplexing void.

How could that be blank? Had someone purposefully tampered with it?

After careful deliberation, Holden contacted his men, issuing a command, “Look into the dark web. I require information on two individuals: Theodore Anderson and Sadie Pierre.”

Meanwhile, within the opulent confines of a villa complex, a spirited soirée was in full swing by the swimming pool, the echoes of music and laughter permeating the night. Zayden took center stage, his arms wrapped around a captivating beauty, both suspended in the pool’s embrace.

His phone interrupted the revelry, a resonant voice emanating from the other end.

“Mr. Fredrick, it appears Holden is taking decisive action, utilizing the dark web to delve into past matters. How shall we proceed?”

With a raised eyebrow, Zayden sat on his inflatable float and casually pushed the beautiful woman nestled in his arms into the pool.

“As we discussed earlier, let’s stir that water up a bit,” he said with a complicated expression.

Afterward, he hung up the call.

Looking at the woman in the pool, Zayden stroked her head gently.