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.

away from us, checking Mitch’s phone before answering the call.

asleep…” Ariana began, and I knew instantly that Stella was the

snatching the phone from Ariana’s grasp. She looked at Neil and me in disbelief, seemingly unable

is drunk as a skunk and sprawled

how did you…” Stella’s ranting

here. Goodnight.” I hung up and handed the phone to

Neil was smiling, his perfect crescent-shaped

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

demanded, flustered yet trying

shame?” I shot back coldly,

don’t understand what you mean. This

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

managed a forced smile, “I’m not playing games. I saw Mr. Mitch had too much to drink. He was alone and vulnerable at the bar, so I

tell you we were coming?” 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 me you don’t know where he lives. And the bar

loss for words. She looked at Neil, pleading, “Mr.

interrupted her, “I don’t

was not the least bit interested

towel tighter. Suddenly, she let go of the

But after seeing her ample bosom, I had

quite

his back, reacting

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

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

seen plenty of videos about catching cheaters, heard stories too, but

see anything. I’m not