She located the familiar number and dialed it.

However, his phone was switched off.

Was he still mad? Why was his phone off? Had he blocked her number?

Disheartened, Ariana called Horace, but received no answer.

Without further thought, she texted Horace, asking where Theodore was and informing him she urgently needed to speak with Theodore.

The wait for a reply felt endless. Ariana grew increasingly anxious. Although only three minutes had passed, it seemed like an entire day.

Suddenly, her phone rang. She eagerly picked it up, only to find it was a call from Sonia.

Why was this girl calling her out of the blue? Weren't the paparazzi always swamped? Confused, Ariana answered the call.

“Where's your husband?" Sonia inquired bluntly.

Ariana, puzzled, responded, "I don't know."

“How long has it been since you last spoke?"

Sonia's voice conveyed immense seriousness. Sensing something might be amiss, Ariana felt a wave of panic. She considered the time that had elapsed and eventually concluded, "Three days."

“shit! Three days! 1 knew something was off!" Sonia bellowed in a booming and intimidating voice.

"See what happens when you don't keep an eye on your man!"

"What exactly is going on?" Ariana's anxiety grew, as she suddenly realized something might be wrong.

"Did something happen to Theodore? Was he in a car accident or kidnapped?"

“He has an affair!" Sonia yelled, livid.

“Darn it! One of my friends took photos of Theodore and the woman in white in a manor in the southern suburbs. They appeared to be living together.”

Ariana was dumbstruck by the revelation.

“That's why I asked how long it's been since you spoke to him. It appears Theodore has spent the last three days with this woman in white, and his assistant has been buying the photos at high prices to keep them from leaking." Sonia advocated for