Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 79

Megan stood by the floor–to–ceiling windows, peering out in silence.

She watched as Cora descended the steps, collapsing in tears on the curb. She had never seen Cora like this, not even on the day the Quigley family fortune crumbled, when Cora had managed to keep her composure.

Behind her, Blanca couldn’t help but murmur softly, “Mrs. Lowry, do you have regrets?”

Megan lowered her gaze. After a moment, she offered a faint smile. “Regrets? I don’t do regrets.”

How could she have regrets when there had been no choice?

Megan had stayed home for half a day. When she left in the afternoon, she carried only a small suitcase.

As dusk fell, the sky was a canvas of colors, the sunset paintin

painting a spectacle of beauty.

A luxurious black limousine glided through the wrought–iron gates, circling to a stop on the villa’s driveway.

Sullivan stepped out from the shadows to o

open Megan’s door.

He called her Mrs. Lowry. His handsome face broke into a charming, easy smile. “Lila’s whipped up a crab casserole. Looks delicious. Perfect to pair with a bottle of red wine later!”

attentiveness was clear, Megan knew it was

married for three years and he had claimed her body night after night, in this moment, Sullivan was filled with a sense of conquest, having maneuvered her back into his world. Any man would swell with pride, and Megan was certain

voice soft but firm. “Sullivan, there’s no need

for

against the side of

took his leave, and they were left alone in the vast courtyard. Bodies close, the thin fabric

bathed Megan’s face

head. He leaned in close, his voice barely above a whisper. “So, Mrs. Lowry, what

A charade of affection in public and

face away, unable to bear it. “You wanted me back, Sullivan. I’m here. What more do you want?”

her. After a moment, he released her with a scoff. “What do I want? You know

homecoming was anything

anticipated warm reunion, and the bottle of red wine was left untouched

“Men like a compliant woman. You might find life easier if you just go along with him a bit

the wine, pouring herself half a glass, and sipped

moment, she let out a faint smile. “Being compliant didn’t make life

didn’t dare to speak further.

Megan ascended the stairs to

years or

wallow in sentimentality for long. She slipped into a bathrobe, preparing for a bath, aware that Sullivan wouldn’t

an hour, Megan felt limp and relaxed. She blow–dried her

and now lounged in a crisp white robe by the bed, flipping through a magazine under a single reading lamp–a clear signal of his intentions for