Chapter 118

Megan couldn’t help feeling slighted. No sooner had they been intimate than he announced he had to work late at the office, a session that apparently lasted all night.

What kind of work takes all night?

She didn’t want to overthink it, but deep down, Megan had an inkling that Sullivan’s overtime was for a woman. Ironing his shirts, she couldn’t help but recall the words he’d whispered in her ear that night which promised he wouldn’t see Cressida again..

Lost in thought, footsteps echoed in the stairwell.

It should be Sullivan!

Wom from his overnight endeavors, Sullivan looked a touch haggard as he enveloped her in a hug from behind, the faint scent of antiseptic clinging to him was the one only belonged to the hospital.

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His embrace was tender, but for Megan, it was like a slap in the face he’d been to the hospital, so he’d seen Cressida.

The saddest part? His promises had lasted barely a week.

Megan didn’t confront him; that felt too cheap.

she murmured softly, “Bianca called early, reminding you of an important meeting this

you’re on time.”

on her slender waist. “Why’d she call you?” he

a faint smile, Megan teased, “She didn’t keep you company during your

he saw four missed calls from Bianca but none from Megan. Despite

the part of the dutiful wife, “You said you wanted to be a faithful husband, right? Then I trust

her, drawn

away unnoticed. Her gentle voice was the epitome of a supportive wife, “Better take a quick shower, or

was running late. He planted a quick

shower.

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pale as paper, managing only a weak smile after a long while. She thought it was not

of a deal!

only to be shredded once more by him. It didn’t hurt much, just a dull ache. At least he

began ironing, numbing herself to the emotions. She played the affectionate wife, navigating a marriage that seemed loving on the

busy preparing for a

way

meet with him. Her violin skills

Paxton,

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