Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 128

Chapter 128

Half an hour later, Megan returned to the villa, stepping out of the car without bothering with an umbrella, allowing the rain to drench her, feeling each drop as a baptism for her soul and emotions. Her shoes left a trail of wet prints on the pristine white carpet.

The housekeeper didn’t dare offer advice, only went to brew some ginger tea to ward off the chill for her.

Megan ascended the stairs, and the first thing that caught her eye was their “wedding photo.”

Sullivan had been reluctant to take the picture; it was she who had persisted, spending so much money to get it done. How many times had she gazed at that photo, hoping that one day Sullivan would love her?

But now, every glance was ironic!

Megan stepped onto the bed and took the photo down. She removed it in haste, and the sharp edge of the steel frame slightly cut her hand, leaving a streak of blood… Bright red droplets fell, shockingly vivid.

But Megan seemed not to feel the pain. She threw the frame to the floor!

Then she moved to the vanity, sitting down slowly. The mirror reflected the disheveled image of a woman. Megan quietly looked at herself in the mirror. Her whole body trembled, her hair soaked and clinging to her face, her clothes drenched and sticking to her skin. She resembled a woman abandoned by her husband, no–a fate even more wretched than abandonment.

is to

him for six long years, only to

opening the little drawer; inside, the diary lay intact, chronicling the youthful hopes and dreams

it in a daze, reviewing her

I thought

become gentle; he

and irony. She

back, she couldn’t even remember what

only times he was good to her were part of

She took it along with the picture frame and also found Sullivan’s lighter, which he usually used for his cigarettes, on the nightstand. She carried these items slowly to the balcony. She was ready to burn these ridiculous things, along

drops of water fell from the

she set the

stepped back, sitting down on a lounge chair. The pale orange flames reflected on her pale face, casting

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black Bentley sped in, screeching to