Chapter 12
Before Megan could even react, he was already by her side, pinching her delicate chin and whispering dangerously close to her ear, “Are you talking about selling yourself?”
Megan was shaking all over. She didn’t deny it.
Instead of getting angry, Sullivan chuckled. He leaned in close, whispering like a tender lover, “And to whom would you sell yourself? in Borough City, bearing the title of Mrs. Lowry, see who would dare to take you? Besides, could you stand being touched by another man? Men who buy wonen go straight to it, just like on our wedding night. Remember how much that hurt… have you forgotten?”
Megan’s face turned ashen
How could she forget? On their wedding night, Sullivan was extremely rough to get back at her.
That night Megan was almost killed.
Seeing that things were in his favor, Sullivan backed off. He released her, gently caressing her cheek, “Come back as Mrs. Lowry, and we can be as we were before.
Megan’s slender neck was tightly strained. Suddenly, her eyes caught the gleam of a brand–new violin resting in the bookcase across
the room
Megan remembered the tabloid stories that the CEO of Lowry Group spent a whopping 20 million to buy an exorbitantly priced violin, all for a lady’s smile.
So, this was it…
Megan laughed. The same as they were before? To be his plaything in bed, to serve and please him every day without a shred of care or respect in return, to be less regarded than his secretary, to share her husband with others that was the “before” she knew.
Such a past, such a man, she wanted none of it!
Megan’s smile faded, and she said word for word. “Find someone else to be Mrs. Lowry!”
With that, she turned to leave
But in the next second, she was enveloped in an embrace.
Sullivan’s arms wrapped around her waist, his handsome face nuzzled against her ear, carrying the faint scent of aftershave that could easily stir a woman’s heart.
Megan’s body shivered slightly
Sullivan sneered, his long hands moving over her thin frame, easily overcoming her defenses
Megan tilted her head back slightly. Her thin legs in high heels, fair and slender, couldn’t stop trembling… Sullivan knew her body too well. If he was in the mood, he could play her like an instrument, making her sensitive.
Just like now!
Sullivan pressed close to her slender back, his hands and words equally provocative.
“Divorce? And who will satisfy you if you divorce?”
“So wild! Which ordinary man could easily satisfy you, hmm?”
Megan listened in shame, struggling desperately.
Perhaps others didn’t know him; but having been Mrs. Lowry for three years, she knew best.
Sullivan, appeared like a polished businessman, was a brute in bed, taking pleasure in making her cry out and break down. Sometimes, Megan thought he had a psychological issue, delighting in tormenting women.
Sullivan was getting more and more out of line.
Finally, Megan couldn’t bear it anymore and slapped him across the face.
The air froze. This was the first time she had struck him–a first for the distinguished Mr. Lowry to be slapped by a woman, and by none other than his once meek wife.
Sullivan had a bad temper and immediately gave her a cold look.
The heat of the moment was gone, as if their previous intimacy had been nothing but an illusion.
He grasped her delicate chin, leaned in close, his voice so cold it could shake out ice beada.
“You’ve become capable! You’ve learned to hit me?”
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“Do you really want to divorce me?”
“Megan, three years ago, you schemed to marry me, and now, you’re scheming to leave me! Do you think the doors of the Lowry family swing both ways as you please? Or do you think I, Sullivan, are good tempered and can be easily manipulated?”
Megan paused, a chill spreading through her
At last Sullivan spoke his truth. He resented her, the Quigley family, and Wyatt. He resented that accident that forced him to marry her
That’s why he tormented her in bed, mrely bothering with foreplay, delighting in her tears and breakdowns.
That’s why, when the Quigley family fell, Sullivan, who could have helped, chose to watch from the sidelines.
Megen didn’t explain about the past anymore. She only trembled her lips and said, “Sullivan, I was foolish to have loved you in the past!” But not anymore.
Having said that, she started to fix her disheveled clothes. Her silk blouse had several buttons torn off, and the hem of her dress was lifted to the root of her legs, with her flesh–colored sheer stockings were rolled down to her knees.
It was utterly indecent
