Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Chapter 1114

Digging in his pocket, he looked around. His eyes caught a glowing sign on the other side of the river:

“Evergreen Apartments.”

That name rang a bell. He racked his brain and remembered that the middle-aged owner of the tailor

shop had mentioned it.

Eyeing the building, he told his driver, “You head back. I’ll keep the car.”

Once his driver was gone, Holden made his way across the river to the building.

He still had the exact address the man from the tailor shop had provided.

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He stood in front of the apartment door, gathering his thoughts.

Finally, he knocked.

Silence.

He tried again. Still nothing.

A feeling of disappointment settled in Holden’s gut. He was about to leave when his gaze landed on the

fingerprint lock. On a whim, he pressed his hand against it.

The lock beeped and, to his astonishment, the door swung open.

He blinked in surprise, then stepped inside.

He stood by the door, carefully scanning the room for anything out of the ordinary.

The apartment was spacious, seemingly a blend of two combined units.

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Dust had claimed its territory, but furniture draped in white sheets hinted that whoever had stayed here

took care of the place.

A sense of déja vu hit Holden as he wandered the room, taking in every detail.

The room was scattered with various trinkets, though all had succumbed to the relentless march of dust

over the years. By the looks of it, the place had been untouched for quite some time.

Amidst the exploration, Holden’s eyes landed on a collection of figurines perched on a shelf. There

were pairs of male and female dolls that looked like someone’s handiwork.

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Yet these were drawn in a whimsical, cartoonish style, leaving their real-life inspirations a mystery.

He brushed his fingers over them, the nostalgia evident, before venturing deeper into the room.

One peculiar detail stood out: numerous little ramps positioned near stairs and entrances. The

purpose? It escaped him.

Pulling open a wardrobe, it was brimming with men’s attire. Plucking a random piece, he noticed the

custom cuts. And when held up for comparison, the clothing eerily matched his own size.

His intrigue deepened. Holden opened the next wardrobe door to be greeted by an array of women’s

clothing.

His mind raced to Sadie, wondering if she ever owned any of these things.

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