Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 1

Megan Quigley didn’t know if it was common for unfaithful men to have two cellphones.

While Sullivan Lowry was taking a shower, his mistress sent him a selfie. It was a very young girl with delicate features, dressed in opulent clothing that seemed too mature for her age, which made her appear somewhat uneasy.

“Mr. Lowry, thank you for the birthday gift”

Megan stared at the photo for a long time until her eyes began to sting. She’d always suspected that Sullivan had someone on the side, but she had never expected it to be such a young girl. Beyond the ache in her heart, she was surprised by her husband’s taste.

She thought, what a pity to have stumbled upon Sullivan’s secret.

The sound of the bathroom door sliding open interrupted her thoughts.

Moments later, Sullivan emerged, enveloped in steam, his defined abs and solid chest wrapped in a white bathrobe–a picture of rugged attractiveness.

“How much longer are you going to look at that?”

He snatched the phone from Megan’s hand, gave her a sharp glance, and started getting dressed.

His demeanor lacked any sign of embarrassment at being caught by his wife. Megan knew he felt secure in his financial power over her, as she was now kept at home by him, even though she had been a renowned violinist before their marriage.

Megan didn’t argue over the photo. She couldn’t afford to

Seeing he was about to leave, she hurriedly spoke up, “Sullivan, I have something I want to tell you.”

submissive

affection was merely toying. He had never truly considered this wife of his important;

picked up a Patek Philippe watch from the

where he was headed, her eyes dimmed, “Sullivan, I want

out to

speaking indiffere

Indifferently.

fastening his watch and turned to look at her. After a long pause, he pulled out a checkbook from his pocket, scribbled a figure, tore it off, and handed it to her, “Isn’t good enough

that, he was about to

attitude very humble, “I’m not afraid of hardship! I want

had no patience to listen. In his mind, Megan was like a frail creeper that had

his watch and said, “Time’s

him. All she could do was grasp at his sleeve as he reached for the doorknob

paused, “We’ll see.”

of a car starting came

minutes later, the

few. days on important business. Also, the company has just sent a batch of his laundry. Should we send it

regaining her composure, she replied

solvents, so almost all his clothes, including

Sullivan was demanding in other aspects as

restaurant food and couldn’t stand the slightest disarray in the bedroom. So, Megan leamed to cook, to tidy, to arrange flowers. she gradually became the perfect full–time housewife.

almost entirely revolved