Chapter 57


    Chapter 57


    Megan felt utterly humiliated.


    To her Sullivan made it clear that even with the title of Mrs. Lowry, she was nothing more than a vessel


    for his carnal release, an exclusive ything. He had never shown her an ounce of respect.


    In his eyes, she was like a cheap streetwalker!


    Within the hundred square meter space of the media room, Megan’s pitiful pleas mingled with


    Sullivan’s satisfied grunts. He hadn’t felt this good in a long time!


    Sullivan looked down at Megan. He couldn’t see her face and felt unsatisfied, so he gently tugged her


    hair, tilting her head to kiss her.


    Megan was dazed, passively upied by him. In her hand was a paring knife she had grabbed in her


    struggle. She felt deste and absurd.


    And she knew that once she left this room, she’d return to her former life as the seemingly respectable,


    yet utterly devoid of self, Mrs. Lowry. Perhaps Sullivan would keep her confined at home, hidden away


    like some shameful secret


    Megan didn’t want that. She didn’t want to go back, nor did she want Cora to end up behind bars. She


    was out of options… When Sullivan was


    was pushed away, he was caught off guard! He looked at Megan in astonishment; they were both in a


    state of disgrace! Megan knelt on the sofa, clutching the paring knife. Even with trembling hands, she


    held it firmly as if the insignificant de could protect her.


    Sullivan’s eyes, once filled with lust, tumed cold.


    Of course, his interest had waned


    He casually zipped up his pants, sneering at her, “Mrs. Lowry, nning to murder your husband with


    that? Do you even have the guts?” Megan’s face was pale. Her lips quivered as she stared at Sullivan.


    “Sullivan, you won’t believe anything I say, will you? I never meant to hurt you, and I really did enter


    room 6201 by mistake. Do you think! plotted all along to be Mrs. Lowry?”


    Sullivan was silent.


    Silence sometimes equates to acquiescence.


    Megan suddenlyughed, augh filled with bitterness. “Yes! You really don’t have to believe me! So,


    Sullivan, can I atone now? Can i use my life to make amends for past mistakes, for my youthful


    ignorance, for having loved you so much?”


    The knife’s point turned towards herself.


    The cold


    edge sliced through. Her tender wrist was stained with fresh blood, dripping drop by drop.


    Soon a bloodstain spread across the carpet..


    It was a horrific sight!


    Sullivan was stunned; he hadn’t expected Megan to do this! He took a step towards her, but she


    retreated. Seemingly oblivious to the pain in her wrist, unaware that losing so much blood could kill her,


    she still smiled, asking him, “Sullivan, is this enough? If not, I can continue to atone until you are


    satisfied.”


    She cut into her arm time and again without hesitation, the girl who once feared pain seemed to no


    longer know what it felt like. Sullivan watched her determined expression. He knew that if he didn’t


    compromise, Megan could bleed out right there and then, as she clearly had no fear of death.


    Apart from shock, perhaps something else was shaking his soul, stirring within him…..


    Finally, Sullivan heard his own voice of concession, “Fine! I’ll have the Baldwin family drop the charges.


    Cora can go home tonight.”


    The paring knife ttered to the floor, Megan fainted from blood loss, copsing onto the couch, her


    body covered in blood.


    It was an image Sullivan would never forget


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    When Megan awoke, it was two in the morning.


    The light was soft, the walls pristine white, with a faint scent of antiseptic in the air,


    She was in the high–end ward of Lowry Hospital.


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