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.

with a great

Megan’s lips quivered.

smile, then continued, “Megan, I

He

a document envelope onto the

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

with Sullivan’s signature on it

lay in shreds.

dazed, as she blinked back the sting

cake, Sullivan withdrew the last shred of

for so long that her eyes began to ache. Then, she raised her eyes to Sullivan, her voice shaky, “Sullivan, I can let go of everything.”

was almost

unmoved, a man of business, known for his heart of stone. He waited for his wife

they continue to discuss things rationally.

to disillusionment, watched as her expression sank into despair. He thought it was just as well–he didn’t need a wife

most useless thing in

hospital room fell