Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 140

Even in the most upscale hospital room, the persistent pitter patter of rain could be heard, tapping incessantly against Sullivan’s

conscience.

He unlocked his phone and scrolled through his gallery until he found the picture of Megan sprawled across the pillow.

Camille’s words began to echo in his mind. “But Sullivan, think back to that first month of marriage, you came home every night, can you honestly say you weren’t addicted?”

He couldn’t deny it.

That photo was the ultimate proof of his insatiable appetite. Three years into the marriage, he despised Megan yet was addicted to her body.

It was he who had tormented her for three years.

It was all him!

The rain outside continued its relentless descent as Sullivan began to dress.

a sleek black Rolls Royce

a stop, and the golden Spirit of Ecstasy stood proudly in the deluge as if weeping in the rain.

all retired for the night, leaving no one to

Sullivan sat silently.

hadn’t even thought through why he had come back. And yet, here he was, longing to see Megan.

past three years had been nothing but a dream.

could just go upstairs now, embrace her, whisper an apology in her ear, then maybe he could wake from this dream and

eyes tightly shut. He now felt that even touching Megan was a sin.

Sullivan stepped out of the car and into the quiet house, the autumn rain having chilled the air to its core, sending shivers through his

bedroom on the second

asleep on the bed, breathing softly, always a

removed his shoes and socks, and lay

her ear, but time couldn’t be rewound. They couldn’t return to the past,

moment, Sullivan’s heart was overwhelmed with anguish. His face trembled lightly against Megan’s slender

Megan woke up.