Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 441

Having obtained Ariana’s present address, Neil and I drove there, following the directions from the GPS.

It was a commercial apartment complex, with easy access. Once we located Ariana’s apartment, we knocked a few times.

But there was no response, no sign of life within.

Could they not be inside? Had they checked into a hotel instead? I was resolute, if I caught them in any compromising position, I would document it and

hand it over to Stella. Mitch, as the guilty party, would stand no chance in the event of a divorce suit.

I had previously thought that if Mitch hadn’t made any substantial move, I would persuade Stella to give him another chance.

But now, my thoughts changed.

Neil dialed Mitch’s number, and I pressed my ear against the door, hearing the ringtone echo from within.

He was certainly inside!

As I pondered how to get in, Neil showed me his phone. It was a message from Gregory, who shockingly knew Ariana’s door code.

This made things easier. I punched in the numbers from the message, and the door clicked open quietly.

The apartment was a one-bedroom, one-living-room setup. The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom. Ariana was probably taking a shower, which was why she hadn’t heard us knocking.

Suddenly, the water stopped, and Mitch’s phone rang simultaneously.

Wrapped in a towel, Ariana emerged from the bathroom. She didn’t glance towards the door but went straight to the bed where Mitch lay, snoring like a log.

from us, checking Mitch’s phone before answering

Ariana began, and I knew instantly that

at Neil and me in disbelief,

I reassured her, “Stella, it’s me. Mitch is drunk as a skunk and sprawled out on the bed, fully dressed. It doesn’t look

ranting stopped

got here. Goodnight.” I hung up and handed

Neil was smiling, his perfect crescent-shaped eyes full of

was laughing. All I knew was

you get in?!” Ariana demanded, flustered

I shot back

her eyes darting around but avoiding my gaze. “I don’t understand what

pointed at Mitch, “He’s lying on your bed, and you’re asking what I mean? Ariana, stop playing games. You’re only

much to drink. He was alone and vulnerable at the bar, so I brought him

about his safety, why didn’t you take him home? You’ve been to his house for dinner, don’t tell me you don’t know where he lives. And the bar is closer to his house than it

Neil, pleading, “Mr.

her, “I don’t

not the least bit interested

of the towel, which immediately fell

couldn’t fathom her actions. But after seeing her ample bosom, I had

was quite

his back, reacting faster

out of your mind?” I was speechless at Ariana’s

then now that Mr. Whitmore has seen my body, doesn’t that make things between us even

about catching cheaters, heard stories too, but never had I

“I didn’t see anything. I’m