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.”

belt, then looked at his wife, possibly recalling her submissive tenderness on the bed earlier, chuckled arrogantly, “What

had never truly considered this wife of his important; she was merely an obligation following an unexpected

the bedside

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

to

speaking

Indifferently.

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

that, he was about to

of hardship! I want to go

Megan was like a frail creeper that had grown accustomed to being tended

at his watch and said, “Time’s

was grasp at his sleeve as he reached for the

paused, “We’ll see.”

the sound of a car starting came from downstairs, fading into the distance.

later, the housemaids

important business. Also, the company has just sent a batch of his laundry. Should we send it out or do you prefer to hand wash

on the couch. After regaining her composure, she replied

almost all his clothes,

was demanding in other

and couldn’t stand the slightest disarray in the bedroom. So, Megan leamed to cook, to tidy, to arrange flowers. she gradually became

life was almost entirely revolved around