Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 441

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.

a towel, Ariana emerged from the bathroom. She didn’t glance towards the door but went straight

us, checking Mitch’s phone before answering the

began, and I knew instantly that Stella was the caller.

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

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 on

you…” Stella’s ranting stopped

hung up and handed the phone to Neil. “Hold

was smiling, his perfect crescent-shaped

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

demanded, flustered yet trying

you no shame?” I shot back coldly, ignoring her

around but avoiding my gaze. “I don’t understand what you mean. This is my

Mitch, “He’s lying on your bed, and you’re asking

had too much to drink. He was alone and vulnerable at the bar, so I brought him

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 is closer to his house than it is

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

interrupted her, “I don’t

the least bit

of the towel, which

fathom her actions. But after seeing her ample bosom,

was quite a

his back,

of your mind?” I

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