Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 63

Sullivan pulled into the driveway of his sprawling estate, the sound of gravel crunching under the tires of his luxury car breaking the silence of the peaceful evening. The sight of his return caught the maid off guard, as she had no idea about Megan’s hospitalization and had assumed Sullivan was out of town on business

As Sullivan killed the engine, the maid rushed to open the car door “Six are you here for dinner? The staff in the kitchen wasn’t expecting you, and it might take about an hour to prepare something,” she said with a slight tremor in her voice, aware of Sullivan’s usual impatience

Sullivan, ha face etched with fatigue, replied with a dismissive wave, Just whip up something light.”

The maid scurried away to carry out his orders.

Stepping out of the car, Sullivan made his way into the grand foyer of the mansion. His staff had kept the place spotless, as if in anticipation of his retum. Despite his absence, the house gleamed, the windows shining and the floors polished to a mirror finish.

After a night of restless busyness, Sullivan was ready to head upstairs for a hot shower. But as he pushed open the door to the master bedroom, his gaze fell upon the large wedding portrait hanging above the bedhead

In the photo, Megan’s smile was sweet and captivating. Their wedding had been a hasty affair, and since he wasn’t fond of her at the time, he had been reluctant to pose for pictures. This particular image was a composite, created by a photographer Megan had paid for

When she would tell him that, her eyes would sparkle like they

the mutual torment, that she longed to be an ordinary person rather than Mrs. Lowry. Sullivan had to admit, Megan hadn’t been wrong. He

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to do so she wanted to leave without giving him the chance to reconcile his feelings. He couldn’t forgive her

his toiletries, he realized just how out of place he felt without Megan. Life without her was something he wasn’t accustomed to, and deep down, he suspected

was hatred, it was still too

used to live with Megan, her presence a constant in his life, her body available whenever he desired it. Yet, he never used to think of her during

a pleasant realization for Sullivan, especially since the person in question was Megan – the woman he

a long, thoughtful drag. Megan had left without taking her belongings with her.

to find

open a drawer, exp cosmetics. Instead, he found a pale

flipping it open, Sullivan scanned the pages filled with Megan’s youthful handwriting,

all day