Chapter 12


    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 ady’s smile.


    So, this was it…


    Meganughed. The same as they were before? To be his ything 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 oveing 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 y 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 pped 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


    pped 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 be capable! You’ve learned to hit me?”


    1/2


    11:11


    “Do you really want to divorce me?”


    Property ? 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.


    “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 manipted?”


    Megan paused, a chill spreading through her


    Atst Sullivan spoke his truth. He resented her, the Quigley family, and Wyatt. He resented that


    ident that forced him to marry her


    That’s why he tormented her in bed, mrely bothering with forey, 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 exin 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