Chapter 46


    Mr. Lambert knew the score when it came to the business deal at hand.


    He had other engagements, so he made his exit early.


    Sullivan expressed his thanks to Mrs. Lambert.


    As Mrs. Lambert watched her husband’s retreating figure, a mist of emotion clouded her eyes.


    She tumed to Sullivan and confided. “You probably don’t know this; but back in the day, Mr. Lambert was a yboy and almost divorced me I was practically invisible in our social circles, everybody looked downuponme. Then I met Megan in one of those events. She was just a teen, maybe 15 or 16, but she had this way of lifting spirits. She came with Wyatt Quigley, wearing a charming little ball gown, and in a quieter, she danced ballet for me. You can’t imagine how long it had been since I’dughed. I felt so defeated back then.” After a brief pause, Mrs. Lambert chuckled softly, “Look at me, getting all sentimental!”


    She walked away with a blend of solitudeanddignity in her stride. Even though she now enjoyed a rock–solidstatus as Mrs. Lambert, respected by her husband, shewasacutely aware that women like her always live hard, like walking on thin ice. She also knew Megan had it tough, which is why she lent her a helping hand.


    Sullivan remained where he was, knowing that with Mrs. Lambert’s blessing, the deal was as good as sealedProperty ? N?velDrama.Org.


    But his thoughts weren’t on the billion–dor project.


    They were on Megan.


    Megan had confided her frustration, her desire not to be Mrs. Lowry. Was she feelingthesame disappointment andck of love for her husband as Mrs. Lambert had? The difference was, the Lambert household was Mrs. Lambert’s lifelong battlefield, while Megan didn’t


    ven want Sullivan anymore.


    Megan emerged from the restroom just shy of 9:30 PM. She figured it was about time to make her exit.


    Preupied with her own troubles, she almost collided with someone at the door,only to realize itwasBet.


    They were so close that Bet could catch the faint scent of her perfume.


    was a subtle hint of orange.


    Megan tried to sidestep him, but he caught her, his warm fingertips grazing her slender waist.


    She looked up at him, her eyes a mix of surprise and shock.


    Bet quickly let her go, but as his hand retreated, he couldn’t resist clenching his fingers, holding onto the warmth that was unmistakably Megan’s.


    His words, however werecoldand cutting. “What’s the matter had enough ying the tough girl on the outside? Feeling that theforts of being Mrs. Lowry are more appealing? So you’re running back to Sullivan?”


    Megan dign’t y dumb anymore. She shot back frankly, “Bet, you promised not to make things difficult for me. What do you call


    She left it at that.


    As she walked away, Bet’s voice was light yet heavy. “Megan, whatever Sullivan can give you, I can too. And whatever he won’t give you. I will. Think about it”


    stopped. After a moment, she responded softly. “Thank you for your generosity. Bet. But I don’t want it.”


    Sheathed away, leaving Bet alone under the crystal chandelier that cast his handsome face in a stark, pale light. He felt insane for offering such a thing to his childhood friend’s wife. He had said he wanted Megan to be with him!


    Afterposing himself, Bet also left the scene.


    Unnoticed, Mrs Lambert had been standing around the corner of the staircase. She had heard everything, holding onto the banister to keep from fainting


    And that fallen for a marned woman man was Meganwoman.