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.

sleek black Rolls Royce glided into the

wipers kept swaying back and forth even as the car came to a stop, and

for the night, leaving no one to greet him. He tilted his head towards the second floor,

Sullivan sat silently.

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

past three years had been nothing but

ear, then

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

in the morning, 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 floor, however,

asleep on the bed, breathing softly, always

removed his shoes and socks, and lay down beside her.

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

that moment, Sullivan’s heart was overwhelmed with anguish. His face trembled lightly

Megan woke up.