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.

voice was calm and restrained, as if he had wrestled with a great decision. Locking eyes with Megan, he declared.

Megan’s lips quivered.

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

He

a document envelope onto the bedside table.

what it was. She grabbed the envelope, her hands trembling as she tore it open with

divorce agreement, with Sullivan’s signature

it lay

dazed, as she blinked back the

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

Then, she raised her eyes to Sullivan, her voice shaky, “Sullivan, I can let go of

was almost

his heart of stone. He

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in Megan’s eyes turned to disillusionment, watched as her expression sank into

after all, were the most useless

the hospital room fell