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 rainy night, a sleek black Rolls Royce glided into the driveway of

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

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 the lights were out.

Sullivan sat silently.

realized his impulsiveness. He hadn’t even thought through why he had come back. And

even wished that these past three years had been nothing but

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

the seat, eyes tightly shut. He

of the car and into the quiet house, the autumn

on the second

bed, breathing softly, always a gentle

his shoes and socks, and lay down

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

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

Megan woke up.