Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 130

“I bet you get a real kick out of it, don’t you? Watching me crumble in your arms, thinking how cheap I am, that a mere flick of your fingers and I come running,” Megan spat out the words with a venom that belied the vulnerability in her eyes.

“Sullivan, there was a time when I genuinely cared for you. But not anymore!”

As she spoke, Megan’s voice trailed off, lost in the haze of her own heartbreak.

Sullivan was worn out.

Never one to be patient, Sullivan had already humbled himself more than he ever had for anyone, and Megan was still giving him the cold shoulder.

Rubbing the corners of his eyes, he confronted her with a choice, “So, what’s it gonna be, Megan? Play nice, or pack your bags and leave? And don’t forget, your brother is counting on Alton to help him with that lawsuit. Can you really afford to cut ties with me?”

Megan lay there, her face half–buried in the pillow, silent.

Sullivan could guess at her turmoil. She wanted a divorce, wanted out, wanted to sever all connections with him so badly that she even burned her diaries. What feelings could she possibly have left for him?

But she had her Achilles‘ heel–her brother Wyatt.

him. Her long hair fanned

fingers brushed against her, his

us to part ways. Back then, I was just a little pissed off and said things I didn’t

in no mood for

wouldn’t come home, a man who boasted to others

trust

away, her voice muffled, “I

frustration, he pulled her back around, his hand gripping her delicate

after everything. She struggled desperately against him, but

one hand, his intentions clear. Megan’s hair spread out on the pillow

But Sullivan wanted her!

to prove she was still his wife, to prove he still had a place

to think about why. All that consumed his mind was

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