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

Mitch is asleep…” Ariana began, and I knew instantly that Stella was the caller.

walked over, snatching the phone from Ariana’s grasp. She looked at Neil and

call was still active. I picked up, and Stella was still ranting. I reassured her, “Stella, it’s me. Mitch is drunk as a skunk and sprawled out

ranting stopped abruptly, replaced

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

tense atmosphere, Neil was smiling, his perfect

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

Ariana demanded, flustered yet trying

no shame?” I shot back

don’t

lying on your bed, and you’re asking what I mean? Ariana, stop playing games. You’re only embarrassing

managed a forced smile, “I’m not playing games. I saw Mr. Mitch had too much to

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

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

interrupted her, “I

the least

go of the

after seeing her ample

quite a

back, reacting faster than

you out of your mind?” I was speechless at

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

catching cheaters, heard stories too,

“I didn’t see anything. I’m not interested in you.”