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.

us, checking Mitch’s phone before answering the

began, and I knew instantly that Stella was the

at Neil and me in disbelief, seemingly unable to comprehend our

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

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

hung up and handed the phone

smiling, his perfect crescent-shaped eyes full of

All I knew was that I

did you get in?!” Ariana demanded,

shot back coldly,

face changed, her eyes darting around but avoiding my gaze. “I don’t understand what you mean. This

on your bed, and you’re asking what

to drink. He was alone and

I cut through her lie. “If you were concerned about his safety, why didn’t you take him home? You’ve been to his house for dinner, don’t tell

Neil, pleading, “Mr. Whitmore, you

“I

the least bit interested in Ariana.

her towel tighter. Suddenly, she let go of the towel, which immediately fell to the floor, revealing her naked

couldn’t fathom her actions. But after seeing

quite

turned his back, reacting faster

of your mind?” I was

relationship with Mr. Mitch is inappropriate, then now that Mr. Whitmore has seen my body, doesn’t that make things between us even murkier?”

about catching cheaters, heard stories too, but never had I seen a mistress react this

see anything. I’m not interested in