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 phone before answering the

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

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

is drunk as a skunk and sprawled out on the bed, fully

Stella’s ranting stopped abruptly, replaced by

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

Neil was smiling, his perfect

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

demanded, flustered

shot back coldly, ignoring

eyes darting around but avoiding my gaze. “I don’t understand what you mean. This is my apartment, so please

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

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

to his house for dinner, don’t tell me you don’t know where he lives. And the bar is closer to his house

words. She looked at Neil, pleading, “Mr. Whitmore, you

“I don’t

could tell he was not the least bit interested

the towel, which immediately fell

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

was quite a

back, reacting

of your mind?” I was speechless

you insist 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?”

cheaters, heard stories too,

see anything. I’m not interested in