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.

to face him. Her long hair fanned across the pillow,

against her, his

to part ways. Back then, I was just a little

was in no mood

come home, a man who boasted to others that he

with her… the trust between them had collapsed

muffled, “I don’t want

of it. In frustration, he pulled her back around, his hand gripping her delicate

not willing, not after everything. She struggled desperately

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

But Sullivan wanted her!

physical desire; he was desperate to possess her, to prove she was still his wife, to prove he still had a place in her heart… and if not in her heart, then her body would have to

couldn’t begin to think

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