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.

Royce glided into the driveway of a

and forth even as the car came to a stop, and the golden Spirit of Ecstasy

the house servants had all retired for the night, leaving no one to greet him. He tilted his head towards the second floor, where the lights were out.

Sullivan sat silently.

even thought through why

three years had been nothing but a dream.

apology in her ear, then maybe he

leaned back in the seat, eyes tightly shut. He now felt that even touching Megan was

out of the car and into the quiet house, the autumn rain having chilled the air to its core, sending

master bedroom on the second floor, however, was warm.

was presumably asleep on the bed, breathing softly, always a gentle sleeper.

approached, removed his shoes and socks, and

her ear, but time couldn’t be rewound. They couldn’t

was overwhelmed with anguish. His face trembled lightly against Megan’s

Megan woke up.