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 the

been 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 that crab casserole wasn’t the only thing he

down, her voice soft but firm. “Sullivan,

need for

pressed her against the side

were left alone in the vast courtyard. Bodies close, the thin fabric between them barely concealing his evident desire.

twilights glow bathed Megan’s face in

her head. He leaned in close, his voice barely above a

at this time? A charade of affection in public and cold indifference

face away, unable to bear it. “You wanted me back, Sullivan. I’m here. What

scoff. “What do I want? You

was anything but

reunion, and the bottle of red wine was left untouched by

his study to work, leaving the household staff worried for Megan. One whispered, “Men like a compliant woman. You might

uncorked the wine, pouring

out a faint smile. “Being compliant didn’t make life any

dare to speak

Megan ascended the stairs to the master bedroom, taking

now she was back. Whether for five years or

for a bath, aware that

felt limp and relaxed. She blow–dried her hair and tied

robe by