Chapter 1200

The Photos

Thinking it was a text sent by Vinson, Arielle jolted up and grabbed her phone from the bedside table.

When she saw who it was, the delight in her gaze faded away.

It was a text from Sam informing her of the location and time of the contract signing.

She typed out a reply: Got it.

After she returned to her bed, her 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 her the once-over. Realizing her employer seemed grumpy, she didn’t ask
questions and inclined her head. “All right, Mrs. Nightshire.”

Her appointment with Sam was at noon, so she 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 her astonishment.

I don’t shop online. Is this from Vinson?

After signing her name, she 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, she halted in her steps as the colors drained from her face.

The photo showed Vinson and a woman she hadn’t met before, huddled together in an intimate position.

Only Vinson’s side profile was visible, but she was sure it was him.

There was no way she’d fail to recognize her own husband.

Her hands were shaking as she 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 she was
kneeling on the ground. Stuffing the photos into her pocket, she got to her feet and replied, “I’m fine. I
was picking something up from the ground.”



The housekeeper inclined her 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 her head. “I’m fine.”

She was a doctor herself and knew her health was fine. It was her heart that was hurting.

Though she had picked the photos up, her heart had shattered into pieces.

The photos had confirmed the nagging thought that kept her up the entire night.

Arielle clenched her fists tight. She didn’t even know her nails had dug deep into her palms.

Despite her fury and sadness, she couldn’t stop suspicion from rising in her heart.

Who sent me the photos? If Vinson has someone new, why is he still with me? Did he 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.


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