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.

checking Mitch’s

Ariana began, and

grasp. She looked at Neil and me in disbelief, seemingly unable to comprehend

picked up, and Stella was still ranting. 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 like anything has

you…” Stella’s ranting stopped abruptly, replaced by astonishment.

got here. Goodnight.” I hung up and handed the

was smiling, his perfect crescent-shaped eyes

was laughing. All I knew was that I wanted to tear Ariana apart.

demanded, flustered yet trying to maintain

shame?” I shot back coldly,

darting around but avoiding my gaze. “I don’t

your bed, and you’re asking what I mean?

“I’m not playing games. I saw Mr. Mitch had too much to drink. He was alone

were concerned about his safety, why didn’t you take him home? You’ve been to his house

a loss for words. She looked at Neil, pleading, “Mr. Whitmore, you know my character, you should…”

“I

was not the least

clutching her towel tighter. Suddenly, she let go of the towel, which immediately fell to

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

quite

back, reacting faster than I

out of your mind?” I was speechless

Mitch is inappropriate, then now that Mr. Whitmore has seen my body, doesn’t that make

plenty of videos about catching cheaters, heard stories too, but never had I seen

didn’t see anything.