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.

courage to leave him, he would cling on, not letting go, convincing her time and again of his sincerity that he truly cared for her. She had even begun to look forward

truth

obtained with just a bit of effort. He watched her

study was eerily quiet.

of the French doors was misted over, but the

when Megan accused him of not being capable of love. His

the papers, and shredded them. Amid the whirring sound of the shredder, he retorted coldly, “I’m

silently as she instinctively stepped back.

seemed like he was back to their early days of marriage, capable of pinning her down, tormenting and dominating her until

as she moved, he wrapped his arms around her waist.

he threw her onto the dark oak desk. Her robe hitched up,

his way between

skin. He showed no mercy, gripping

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