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.”

recalling her submissive tenderness on

He had never truly considered this wife of his important;

Philippe watch from the bedside table

dimmed, “Sullivan, I want to go out and

out to work?

speaking

Indifferently.

he pulled out a checkbook from his pocket, scribbled a figure, tore it off, and handed it to her,

that, he was about

of hardship! I want to go to work. I can play the violin.”

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

at his watch

as he reached for the doorknob and ask desperately, “My dad’s celebrating his birthday this

“We’ll

a car starting came from downstairs, fading into

later, the housemaids came upstairs.

acted as messengers, “Mr. Lowry will be away in Harmony City for a few. days on important business. Also, the company has just sent a batch of his

knelt on the couch. After regaining her composure,

all his clothes, including suits and coats, were hand washed and

was demanding in other aspects

leamed to

entirely revolved around