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 novelty

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.

looked down, her voice soft but firm. “Sullivan, there’s no

for what?”

her against the side of

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

twilights glow bathed Megan’s face in

his voice barely above a whisper. “So, Mrs. Lowry, what kind

charade of affection in public and cold indifference in private?”

wanted me back, Sullivan. I’m here.

gaze lingered on her. After a moment, he released her with a scoff. “What do I want? You know exactly what I want, Mrs.

homecoming was anything but pleasant.

warm reunion, and the bottle

for Megan. One whispered, “Men like a

uncorked the wine, pouring herself half a glass,

faint smile. “Being compliant

dare to speak

ascended the stairs to the master bedroom, taking

now she was back. Whether for five years or ten, as long as Sullivan didn’t release her, she would never

wallow in sentimentality for long. She slipped into a bathrobe, preparing for a bath, aware that Sullivan wouldn’t let the night pass easily. She hoped a relaxed body might

for half an hour, Megan felt limp and relaxed. She blow–dried her hair and tied

crisp white robe