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.

temper simmered down. He reached out and gently turned her to face him. Her long hair fanned across the pillow, and her pale face bore the tracks of tears, making her look all

against her, his voice rough and

you. I never wanted us to part ways.

was in

who wouldn’t come home, a

trust between

voice muffled, “I don’t want

was not having any of it. In frustration, he pulled her back around, his hand gripping her

She struggled desperately against him, but

intentions clear. Megan’s hair spread out on the pillow as

But Sullivan wanted her!

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

to think about why. All that consumed his mind was

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