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.

Rolls Royce glided into the driveway

swaying back and forth even as the car came to a stop, and the golden Spirit of Ecstasy stood proudly in the deluge as if weeping in the rain.

white shirt stood out in the dark, but the house servants had all retired for the night, leaving no one to greet him. He

Sullivan sat silently.

through why he had come

years had been nothing but a

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

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

stepped out of the car and into the quiet house, the autumn rain having chilled the air to

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

the bed, breathing softly, always a

removed his shoes and socks, and lay

ear, but time couldn’t be rewound. They couldn’t return to

moment, Sullivan’s heart was overwhelmed with anguish. His face trembled lightly against Megan’s slender shoulder.

Megan woke up.