Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence
Chapter 565

Chapter: 565

Anger surged through Ariana, quickening her heartbeat. She sat upright on the sofa and knocked

forcefully on the wall twice, but received no response.

She read Theodore’s last message repeatedly, sinking deeper into a state of depression and anger.

Tears streamed down her face once again.

Ever since she had been with Theodore, Ariana suspected she suffered from tear-incontinence.

Anything related to Theodore would unleash an uncontrollable wave of emotions within her, rendering

her delicate. Both joy and sorrow became magnified with ease.

Sobbing, she typed out her frustrations, “If you don’t want to explain, then let’s end it”

She typed it, and then deleted it, repeating the process over and over. Each variation of the words

carried the same meaning, yet she hesitated to send the message. Fear gripped her, fearing that if it

were to be sent, their relationship would truly come to an end.

In the end, Ariana painstakingly deleted each word in the input box, one by one.

She had never felt so humble before. The other party didn’t take her seriously, but she still cherished

this relationship.

Ariana finally grasped the irrationality that love instilled in people.

She vigorously wiped away the tears on her face, angrily tossing her phone aside before retiring to bed.

As usual, she took her medicine to protect the baby before settling down.

On the other side of the wall, Theodore gazed at the top of the chat box. It displayed that the other

party had been typing for quite some time. Eventually, the chat box fell silent, and the other party

ceased to respond.

He took a drag from the cigarette, flicked the lighter twice, and brought the flame to the tip, casting a

flicker of light upon his fingertips. The smoke curled and veiled his face, leaving only the faint glow of

the cigarette in the surrounding darkness. ©

As the cigarette burned down to its end, the room plunged back into complete obscurity. Theodore

remained motionless in his chair, his mind consumed by a sense of stillness. Retrieving the last

cigarette from its case, he lit it with a steady hand, seeking solace in the grip of nicotine. Only this could

provide respite, paralyzing his frayed nerves.

Amidst the faint glow, he exhaled the smoke with an indifferent expression, resembling an emotionless

sculpture. It was as if his soul had long abandoned his body, leaving behind only raw instinct.

Before long, the final cigarette waned and died out. Theodore silently surveyed the enveloping

darkness, finding himself caught in another illusion. A girl in a white dress materialized before him,

emerging from thin air. Her figure grew increasingly distinct, as if she truly stood before him.

“Marley…” Theodore’s voice emerged low and hoarse, beckoning the white-clad girl.

She tilted her head and smiled, but her countenance soon turned ferocious.

“Theodore, you don’t deserve happiness. Those who love you will inevitably depart from your side.”

“She said she would stay with me forever,” Theodore countered. His hands clenched tightly upon his

thigh, battling against the surging desire for destruction that he had long suppressed. The prospect of a

life without Ariana seemed unimaginable, threatening to tip him into the depths of madness.

Yet, Marley persisted, her words dripping with cruelty. “That’s a lie. Sooner or later, she will abandon

you. No one can endure your presence. You are a devil! No one loves you. Can’t you see the pain you

inflict upon her? One day, she will leave you!”

This time, Theodore chose silence. Slowly, he rose from the wheelchair and made his way, one

deliberate step at a time, towards the head of the bed. Marley trailed behind him, speaking resentfully.

“You should have died in that car accident. Why are you still alive? Everyone who crosses your path

deserves death. You fall in love with her, but she too shall meet a wretched demise!”

Theodore paid no heed to her venomous words, refusing to turn back. With trembling hands, he

retrieved a bottle of medicine from the bedside table, withdrew two pills, and swallowed them without

hesitation.

The world around Theodore suddenly hushed, and the illusory figure dissipated. He sat on the edge of

the bed, his forehead cradled in his hand, his eyes closed. His hands continued to tremble, a result of

the overwhelming desire to destroy that emanated from the depths of his heart, mingled with

uncontrollable excitement. ©

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