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

Ariana began, and

snatching the phone from Ariana’s grasp. She looked at

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

how did you…” Stella’s ranting stopped abruptly, replaced by

worry about how I got here. Goodnight.” I hung up

tense atmosphere, Neil was smiling, his perfect

laughing. All I knew was that I wanted to tear

did you get in?!” Ariana demanded,

I shot back coldly, ignoring her question.

avoiding my gaze. “I don’t understand what you mean. This is my apartment,

and you’re asking what I mean? Ariana, stop playing games. You’re only

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

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

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

interrupted her, “I don’t

was not the

let go of the towel, which immediately fell to the

her actions. But after seeing her ample bosom,

quite a

back,

your mind?” I was speechless at Ariana’s

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

too, but never had I seen a mistress react this wildly.

was cold, “I didn’t see anything. I’m not