Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 183

Megan looked into Sullivan’s eyes, which were deeper than the night sky itself, and found herself unable to decipher his thoughts.

After a moment, he asked softly, “You saw it?”

Pointing to the papers scattered on the floor, Megan’s entire body shook uncontrollably. “You used psychologists to study me, to manipulate me? Sullivan, what am I to you? A wife, or just a plaything? You say you love me, but is your love just about analyzing me in front of a dozen psychologists as if I’m laid

bare?

You got a puppy to please me! I thought you understood me, but it was all just a psychological game! Even the dog… was just a tool for you!

Everything you did, it was all calculated, even down to when we would be intimate. You’ve stripped me of my privacy, my dignity! You don’t love me; you’re just obsessively trying to possess me! Sullivan, you’re not capable of love!”

Tears filled Megan’s.eyes.

It was humiliating. Utterly humiliating.

convincing her time and again

the truth was

a woman easily obtained with just a bit of effort. He watched her downfall, time and time again!

was eerily quiet.

of the French doors was misted over, but the light snowfall outside was still visible.

accused him of not being capable of

papers, and shredded them. Amid the whirring sound of the shredder, he retorted coldly, “I’m not capable of love? Then who is? Begonia Hunter?”

silently as she

knew him well, having been his wife for years. He seemed like he was back to their early days of marriage, capable of pinning her down,

she moved, he wrapped his arms around her waist.

her onto the dark oak desk. Her robe hitched up, revealing her pale, delicate legs in

way between

into her soft skin. He showed no mercy, gripping her chin and forcing her to

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