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

asleep…” Ariana began, and I

grasp. She looked at Neil and me

skunk and sprawled out on the bed, fully dressed. It doesn’t look like anything has happened. Don’t worry, I’ll handle things here. You should get some sleep.”

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

I hung up and handed the phone to Neil. “Hold onto

this tense atmosphere, Neil was smiling, his perfect crescent-shaped eyes full of amusement.

knew was that I

Ariana demanded,

you no shame?” I shot back coldly,

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

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

games. I saw Mr. Mitch had too much to drink. He was alone and vulnerable at

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

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

interrupted her, “I

he was not the least bit interested in

towel tighter. Suddenly, she let go of the towel, which

actions. But after seeing her ample bosom, I had

quite a

already turned his back, reacting faster than I

out of your mind?” I was speechless at

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

plenty of videos about catching cheaters, heard stories too, but never had

was cold, “I didn’t see anything.