Chapter 130
“I bet you get a real kick out of it, don’t you? Watching me crumble in your arms, thinking how cheap I am, that a mere flick of your fingers and I come running,” Megan spat out the words with a venom that belied the vulnerability in her eyes.
“Sullivan, there was a time when I genuinely cared for you. But not anymore!”
As she spoke, Megan’s voice trailed off, lost in the haze of her own heartbreak.
Sullivan was worn out.
Never one to be patient, Sullivan had already humbled himself more than he ever had for anyone, and Megan was still giving him the cold shoulder.
Rubbing the corners of his eyes, he confronted her with a choice, “So, what’s it gonna be, Megan? Play nice, or pack your bags and leave? And don’t forget, your brother is counting on Alton to help him with that lawsuit. Can you really afford to cut ties with me?”
Megan lay there, her face half–buried in the pillow, silent.
Sullivan could guess at her turmoil. She wanted a divorce, wanted out, wanted to sever all connections with him so badly that she even burned her diaries. What feelings could she possibly have left for him?
But she had her Achilles‘ heel–her brother Wyatt.
Seeing her silence, Sullivan’s temper simmered down. He reached out and gently turned her to face him. Her long hair fanned across the pillow, and her pale face bore the tracks of tears, making her look all the more fragile.
Sullivan’s long fingers brushed against her, his voice rough and strained.
“Megan, I never planned to toy with you. I never wanted us to part ways. Back then, I was just a little pissed off and said things I didn’t mean.”
But Megan was in no mood for explanations.
A husband who had a lover, a man who wouldn’t come home, a man who boasted to others that he wasn’t
done playing with her… the trust between them had collapsed beyond repair.
Megan turned away, her voice muffled, “I don’t want to hear it!”
Sullivan thought he had humbled himself enough, but Megan was not having any of it. In frustration, he pulled her back around, his hand gripping her delicate wrist as he pressed his lips to hers.
But Megan was not willing, not after everything. She struggled desperately against him, but Sullivan’s body was unyielding, pinning her down.
He even began to unbuckle his belt with one hand, his intentions clear. Megan’s hair spread out on the pillow as she looked up at him, her breaths now painful, murmuring, “Don’t…”
But Sullivan wanted her!
It wasn’t just physical desire; he was desperate to possess her, to prove she was still his wife, to prove he still had a place in her heart… and if not in her heart, then her body would have to do.
In that moment, Sullivan knew he had lost control. He had never been this unhinged, and he couldn’t begin to think about why. All that consumed his mind was the thought of making Megan his, to see her lose
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control beneath him, just as she had before.
He was so consumed that he whispered in her ear, “Let’s have a kid, right now!”
“No! I don’t want this!”
Megan fought him off with all her might, her pale face rubbing against the pillow to dodge his kisses.
Sullivan gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze to see how he would slowly strip away her sanity, making her as wild as he was. He wanted her to scream, to be irrational, to come back to him, to love him again!
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