Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 67

Megan stood frozen as Sullivan retreated to the bathroom.

Soon after the sound of running water filled the air, mingled with the occasional low baritone hum of a man at his ablutions.

Megan was a grown woman. She surmised that Sullivan was in there taking care of his physical needs.

After about twenty minutes, Sullivan emerged from the bathroom clad in a typical white bathrobe. Its collar slightly ajar, revealing his pale, firm chest detted with droplets of water that tmiled down his torso.

Sullivan paid no mind to it. He strode over and stood silently by the bedside, observing Megan lost in thought

Eventually, Megan lifted her gaze to meet his

The comers of her eyes were tinged red, and her gaze was misty with unshed tears. No wornan could stand such cruel treatment from her husband, even if she had endured this kind of marriage for three years.

She thought she’d grown accustomed to it.

Sullivan’s gaze fell upon her pitiful little face, unmoved. Any sympathy he might have harbored for Megan had been completely erased by a mere cake.

And it wasn’t just anyone–it was Begonia.

had wrestled with a great decision. Locking eyes with Megan, he declared. “I won’t

Megan’s lips quivered.

a faint, detached smile, then continued, “Megan, I won’t give you to

He

a document envelope onto the bedside table.

the envelope, her hands trembling as she tore it open with frantic haste. Inside were pieces of what once

divorce agreement, with Sullivan’s signature on

it lay in shreds.

blinked back the sting in

and now, because of a cake, Sullivan withdrew the last shred of mercy,

that her eyes began to ache. Then, she raised her eyes to Sullivan, her voice shaky, “Sullivan, I can let go

was almost

business, known for his heart of stone. He waited for

continue to

disillusionment, watched as her expression sank into despair. He thought it

most useless thing in the world.

room fell silent.