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 glided into the driveway

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

driver’s seat. His white shirt stood out in the dark, but the house servants had all retired for the night, leaving no one to greet him. He tilted his head towards the second floor, where

Sullivan sat silently.

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

three years had been nothing

an apology in her ear, then maybe he could wake from this dream and give

the seat, eyes tightly shut. He now felt

in the morning, Sullivan stepped out of the car and into the quiet house, the

second floor, however,

presumably asleep on the bed, breathing softly,

and socks,

whisper an apology by her ear, but time couldn’t be rewound. They couldn’t return to the

anguish. His face trembled lightly against Megan’s slender

Megan woke up.