Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call
Chapter 121

Chapter 121

Word had gotten around that Sullivan was spending a lot of time with Cressida, and it had reached Cora’s ears.

She remembered Sullivan’s last attentive visit and grew concerned for Megan, so she made a point to invite her out for a coffee–just the two of them.

Cora sneered, “Heard she’s not long for this world! Her kind isn’t even worthy of the phrase ‘beauty cursed with an early demise.”

After a pause, Cora quizzed Megan, “What’s your game plan?”

Deep down, Cora was old–fashioned, believing that if you can’t keep a man’s heart, you might as well have a hold on his wallet. In her eyes, the best move was to have a child and secure the Mrs. Lowry title.

Megan looked down, idly stirring her coffee.

Truth be told, Sullivan wanted a child, too, but Megan did not.

She was now sober to the reality that she held two percent of the Lowry Group’s shares, ensuring a comfortable life ahead without the need to toil away. Why bring a child into the world to forever be tied to Sullivan in a marriage of resentment?

The thought of leaving had taken root in her. But it would require careful planning, as Sullivan clearly wasn’t ready to let go.

Megan remained silent for a long time, which made Cora anxious. “Megan, say something! Tell me, how has Sullivan been treating you these days?”

Megan brushed her long hair aside and offered a faint smile. “He’s busy grieving for his darling. How could he have time for me? Don’t worry about me, Cora. I’m not that fragile.”

As she spoke, her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

“I’ve been through tougher times before; this is nothing,” she said.

Seeing her take it so well, Cora felt both relieved and pained. She took Megan’s hand. “Tomorrow is your wedding anniversary with Sullivan. You should really talk things through!”

Megan hummed in agreement. She mentioned having booked the most luxurious restaurant for a candlelit dinner, already arranged with Sullivan to celebrate.

Cora was somewhat reassured, but Megan knew all too well that this romantic dinner was not a date between husband and wife but an encounter with a heart turned to ash.

Her heart had turned to ash for Sullivan!

October 28th, the anniversary of Sullivan and Megan’s marriage.

At eight in the evening, Megan sat in the Conrad Hotel’s top tier restaurant. Tonight, she had spent a fortune to reserve the entire place, charging it to Sullivan’s card.

She was dressed in exquisite attire, adorned with her most precious jewels.

But her face was etched with solitude.

Sullivan hadn’t arrived yet. She had made several calls to fall answered by Bianca, who spoke in hushed tones as if avoiding someone, “Mr. Lowry is still in a meeting and might not be able to make it on time, Mrs. Lowry. Perhaps you could…”

“I’ll wait for him,” Megan said softly, her gaze fixed on the night beyond the floor–to–ceiling windows.

Bianca fell silent. She had always been acutely aware of the dynamics between Sullivan and Megan. She had once harbored feelings for Sullivan and envied Megan deeply. But now, seeing Sullivan by Cressida’s sickbest the felt it was a pity. Sullivan was just a step away from happiness, yet he had let it slip so easily. He had forsaken Megan to make amends with Cressida.

After a moment, Bianca spoke softly, “Don’t worry, Mrs. Lowry. I’ll pass the message

Mr. Lowry

Megan ended the call. She requested a glass of red wine from the waiter. As the wine filled the glass, its rich color added a touch of opulence to what should have been an enchanting evening, and she was lost in thought.

By nine o’clock, even the waitstaff couldn’t bear to watch her wait any longer. They approached gently. “Mrs. Lowry, would you like to start with the appetizer? You must be hungry by now.”

Megan lifted her eyes and smiled faintly, agreeing.

The exquisite appetizers were served one after another, but Megan didn’t touch a morsel; she had no appetite.

When Sullivan finally arrived, it was close to 11 p.m., with the city’s glitz about to fade into the night

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