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.

night, a sleek black Rolls Royce glided into the

car came to a stop, and

stood out in the dark, but the house servants had all retired for the night, leaving no one to

Sullivan sat silently.

to the mansion, he realized his impulsiveness. He hadn’t even thought through why he had

even wished that these past three years had been nothing but

ear, then maybe he could wake from this dream and give Megan back her

tightly shut. He now felt that even touching

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 shirt–clad frame.

second floor, however,

on the bed, breathing softly, always a gentle sleeper.

socks, and

an apology by her ear, but time couldn’t be rewound. They couldn’t return to the past, and Megan was still Mrs.

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

Megan woke up.