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!”

was clear, Megan knew it was the novelty

they had 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

soft but firm. “Sullivan, there’s no

need for

pressed her against the side

the

bathed Megan’s face

gently cradled the back of her head. He leaned in close, his voice barely above a whisper. “So, Mrs.

of affection in

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

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

anything but

and the bottle of

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

She uncorked the wine, pouring herself half a glass,

faint smile. “Being compliant didn’t

didn’t dare to speak further.

drink, Megan ascended the stairs to the master bedroom, taking in the familiar surroundings.

years or ten, as long as Sullivan didn’t release her, she would

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

She blow–dried her hair and

was already in the bedroom. He had showered in the quest room and now lounged in a crisp white robe by the bed, flipping through a magazine under a single reading