Chapter 62

Sullivan was well aware that Megan’s loss of appetite wasn’t due to illness–it was because of him.

Because he refused to grant her a divorce, she had sunk into a melancholic state, no longer wanting to engage in conversation with anyone.

Without tuming around, he simply uttered, “I know

The nurse, not daring to say more, quickly made her exit.

The hospital staff had been buzzing with gossip these past few days. Some whispered that Mr. Lowry had a young mistress on the side, driving Mrs. Lowry to attempt suicide. Others speculated that Mr. Lowry’s overwhelming love had suffocated his wife, plunging her into depression.

Despite the chatter, the details of Megan’s suicide attempt were carefully kept within the hospital walls.

Sullivan finished his cigarette before returning to the room.

After three days of rest, Megan was almost back to her normal sell, save for the bandaged wrists. When Sullivan entered, she was propped up against the headboard, engrossed in a book, her hair cascading over her frail shoulders, the hospital gown hanging loosely ⠀on her frame.

the small round table. Breakfast remained untouched. He gently

Megan’s attention, and she looked up, her

you haven’t been eating. What’s the matter? Don’t like hospital food? I can have the cook

not

were deep and unreadable, stirring a tempest inside Megan,

approached her, pulling the book from her hands as

her tension and gently caressed her delicate cheek, his touch tender, yet Megan trembled

and he spoke in a husky voice, “Not hungry, or just can’t stomach food because you’re by my

her first name, he usually called

“Sullivan, let’s get a divorce, please. Let me go. There’s no love between us. You even despise

accompanied by

to stroke her face, listening to her beg for

pleaded with him like this

past three years, she had never broken down until now. Was being with him so agonizing? He remembered a time when

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