Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 154

Megan refused, but Sullivan only tightened his grip on her cheeks, causing a sharp pain that quickly turned into a bruse

In a moment, her tights were stripped away and tossed to the end of the bed.

Sullivan whispered against her lips, his voice low and sultry, “I won’t let you go! I never cared for her, and there were reasons I had no choice over Can’t you just listen for once? Remember how good we were together not so long ago…

Megan’s hair spread across the crisp, white sheets. Her clothes in disarray, she appeared vulnerable and helpless.

She looked up at Sullivan, her volce a shaky whisper, “Sullivan, please don’t do this!”

He narrowed his eyes and asked, “What do you mean?”

Megan’s lips trembled, “We’re still legally married. You wouldn’t want a scandal, would you? Sullivan, stop pushing me. If you keep this up, I can’t promise I won’t do something drastic. Maybe tomonow, maybe in a week, the headlines across Borough City will scream about the Lowry Group CEO being betrayed by his wife. I think that would interest people more than your usual tabloid fodder What would your business associates think? How would you face them in negotiations?”

Sullivan couldn’t help but chuckle, “Who taught you this? Or did you come up with it all by yourself?”

Megan remained silent.

She stared into his eyes, watching his every move until Sullivan finally released her, convinced by her threat. She despised him enough to follow through. She could tum to Bennett or Begonia just to spite him!

How cruel!

could he say? That she had outsmarted him, or that she was finally letting go? Neither option pleased Sullivan

you go, but I won’t divorce you! Megan, don’t push me

a weight lift off her

was waking from a nightmare, safely leaving

then did she realize her

him. He sat on the couch, pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one,

smoke rose lazily, blurring his features

their home while his mother cried and begged him to stay. But

drowning out little Sullivan’s

and Sullivan often wondered if his father had known what his son would face, would

he have chosen not

across the room caught

of a suitcase, followed by Megan descending the stairs. Eventually, the sounds faded, so he moved to the

watched

leaving the villa just like his father Percy did that day.

light of dusk

the maid came upstairs to call him for dinner, “Sir, dinner is

between his fingers and asked

head. “No, she packed her bags as soon as she