Novel Square
Chapter 154
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!
What could he say? That she had outsmarted him, or that she was finally letting go? Neither option pleased Sullivan
He stood up from the bed, his voice calm, “Till let you go, but I won’t divorce you! Megan, don’t push me too far!”
Megan felt a weight lift off her shoulders.
It was as if she was waking from a nightmare, safely leaving Sullivan’s side.
Only then did she realize her legs were shaking.
Sullivan walked out of the bedroom and into the study across the hall, shutting the door behind him. He sat on the couch, pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and took a deep inhale.
The smoke rose lazily, blurring his features
He remembered a similar evening, his father, suitcase in hand, leaving their home while his mother cried and begged him to stay. But didn’t stop him. He was too eager to chase a childhood sweetheart, forgetting the young son left behind.
The rain poured heavily, drowning out little Sullivan’s cries.
Years passed, and Sullivan often wondered if his father had known what his son would face, would he have stayed?
Would he have chosen not to leave?
Movement from across the room caught his attention Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.
He heard the sound of a suitcase, followed by Megan descending the stairs. Eventually, the sounds faded, so he moved to the window to watch quietly
He saw the maid speak to Megan, watched Megan smile faintly, and then she left.
She carried her suitcase, leaving the villa just like his father Percy did that day.
The last light of dusk vanished from the sky.
Sullivan remained at the window until the maid came upstairs to call him for dinner, “Sir, dinner is ready!”
Sullivan glanced at the cigarette butt between his fingers and asked softly, “Did Megan eat anything when she came back?”
The maid shook her head. “No, she packed her bags as soon as she arrived.”
“Tm not hungry right now. You go ahead,” Sullivan dismissed the maid and slowly made his way back to the bedroom, into the walk–in
closet
She hadn’t taken any of the expensive clothes or jewelry, they were all still there. She left his credit cards behind as well.
On the bedside table was their wedding ring, which he had only recently placed on her finger before she took it off again. He guessed that the painting of Rain–Swept Begonia he gave her was also left behind.
She had left just like that
What they called separation was actually a removal, she had removed herself from the Lowry family, from his world. What difference did
it make from a divorce? Perhaps she just didn’t want to tear off the last shred of dignity. After all, she still had a brother in jail, relying on him for legal battles.
Why couldn’t she endure it?
Perhaps it was because she found him repulsive, as she had said before-“Sullivan, you’ve become too vile for me to bear!”