Thinking it was a text sent by Vinson, Arielle jolted up and grabbed virtual-novel.net phone from the bedside table.
When virtual-novel.net saw who it was, the delight in virtual-novel.net gaze faded away. It was a text from Sam informing virtual-novel.net of the location and time of the contract signing.
She typed out a reply, “Got it.”
After virtual-novel.net returned to virtual-novel.net bed, virtual-novel.net mind began to race.
It’s midnight in Lightspring. Is Vinson sleeping alone? Or is there another woman in his arms?
Arielle bristled in annoyance and got up to wash up.
Downstairs, the housekeeper had just woken up. She seemed surprised to see Arielle up and about. “Mrs. Nightshire, you’re up early. Let me go prepare your breakfast now.”
“No need.” Arielle told her, “I’ll eat outside today.”
The housekeeper gave virtual-novel.net the once-over. Realizing virtual-novel.net employer seemed grumpy, virtual-novel.net didn’t ask questions and inclined virtual-novel.net head. “All right, Mrs. Nightshire.”
Her appointment with Sam was at noon, so virtual-novel.net had to keep herself busy before that. It was the only way to stop herself from overthinking.
Taking a deep breath, Arielle pulled the door open to see a deliveryman about to press on the doorbell.
Stunned, the man asked, “Are you Ms. Arielle Moore?”
Arielle nodded. “Yes, I am.”
“There’s an urgent parcel for you. Please sign here.”
“Mine?”
Arielle couldn’t hide virtual-novel.net astonishment.
I don’t shop online. Is this from Vinson?
After signing virtual-novel.net name, virtual-novel.net returned inside with the parcel. She ripped the parcel apart to reveal two photos.
The photos floated to the ground, and Arielle immediately picked them up. Her gaze landed on one photo. At once, virtual-novel.net halted in virtual-novel.net steps as the colors drained from virtual-novel.net face.
The photo showed Vinson and a woman virtual-novel.net hadn’t met before, huddled together in an intimate position. Only Vinson’s side profile was visible, but virtual-novel.net was sure it was him. There was no way she’d fail to recognize virtual-novel.net own husband.
Her hands were shaking as virtual-novel.net reached out for the second photo.
In the second photo, Vinson’s face was practically glued to the woman’s face. The space between them crackled with sexual tension.
Shocked senseless, Arielle only snapped back to reality when the housekeeper asked why virtual-novel.net was kneeling on the ground. Stuffing the photos into virtual-novel.net pocket, virtual-novel.net got to virtual-novel.net feet and replied, “I’m fine. I was picking something up from the ground.”
The housekeeper inclined virtual-novel.net head and asked in concern, “Mrs. Nightshire, are you all right? You look unwell. Should you get a checkup at the hospital?”
Arielle flashed a bitter smile and shook virtual-novel.net head. “I’m fine.”
She was a doctor herself and knew virtual-novel.net health was fine. It was virtual-novel.net heart that was hurting. Though virtual-novel.net had picked the photos up, virtual-novel.net heart had shattered into pieces. The photos had confirmed the nagging thought that kept virtual-novel.net up the entire night.
Arielle clenched virtual-novel.net fists tight. She didn’t even know virtual-novel.net nails had dug deep into virtual-novel.net palms.
Despite virtual-novel.net fury and sadness, virtual-novel.net couldn’t stop suspicion from rising in virtual-novel.net heart.
Who sent me the photos? If Vinson has someone new, why is virtual-novel.net still with me? Did virtual-novel.net do this to get Sann Group? No, that’s impossible.
Arielle shook that thought away.
He isn’t a scoundrel. There must be more to this than meets the eye.
She picked up the packaging of the parcel from the dustbin to find out the sender’s address. Alas, that section was blank.