Chapter 122

Chapter 122

His tall figure bore the subtle signs of weariness, a hint of impatience lurking beneath his composed facade. “Bianca already mentioned that the office is swamped with meetings; I might not make it! Why are you still waiting?”

He was probably hungry by now as he began to eat.

Megan watched him quietly. In the two minutes since he’d entered, he’d barely spoken two sentences and hadn’t given her so much as a glance. It was clear he was anxious, likely blaming her, his wife, for not understanding the situation.

He was so busy, and here she was, bothering him with something as trivial as their wedding anniversary.

Megan bowed her head, her delicate fingers lightly touching her earlobe, responding to her husband’s complaints with the grace of a lady of high society. There was no trace of hurt in her demeanor, and she managed a faint smile.

“I just wanted to celebrate with you for once! I was about to leave if you didn’t show,” she said softly.

After a pause, she added gently, “Sullivan, I’m sorry if I’ve been a nuisance.”

Sullivan looked up. Under the glow of the dazzling chandeliers, he saw his wife radiating beauty and elegance–a sight for sore eyes.

His thoughts drifted momentarily to the hospital, with its pungent smell of disinfectant, the unpleasant medley of drugs, Dahlia’s daily laments, Cressida’s pale, sickly features, and her careful attempts to please.

Sullivan’s expression softened. He consoled Megan appropriately. “How could you be a nuisance? It’s my fault for making promises I couldn’t keep.”

Megan, seeing his mood improve, smiled calmly and said what she’d been waiting all evening to say, “Sullivan, there’s someone important I’d like you to meet this Saturday. Could you perhaps find some time? It is the weekend, after all, and even businessmen need a break, right?”

She was considerate and playful in her approach.

Sullivan, nursing a glass of red wine, mentally sifted through his schedule.

Saturday was significant; he had promised Cressida he would attend a banquet. It was an important day for her, and with her time running short, Sullivan wanted to accommodate her wishes as much as possible. He had no time to spare, but he still needed to appease his Mrs. Lowry.

Leaning in, he pinched her soft cheek gently and said, “What a shame! This weekend is the company’s major shareholder meeting, and as Mr. Lowry, my attendance is mandatory. How about… another day?”

Megan strove to maintain her composure, but it was difficult. Her hands gripped the hem of her dress under the table. Suppressing her emotions, she offered him a faint smile. “That friend of mine might only have this one chance to visit. It really is unfortunate, Sullivan.”

Sullivan leaned in for a kiss. He was tender. “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Lowry. What can I do to make it up to you?”

Megan reciprocated his kiss, smiling, but her facial muscles trembled uncontrollably… At that moment, her heart went numb–she was done with Sullivan.

She knew he was leaving her for Cressida.

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Holding back the tears, she lifted her hand to caress his handsome face as if for the last time, filled with wistful tenderness. “I don’t need any compensation. Being Mrs. Lowry is compensation enough?

Sullivan was perceptive. He sensed the change in Megan and guessed she might have realized something but since she chose silence, he reciprocated with his own

The sweet nothings and promises of undying devotion from days past were forgotten

Sullivan left in a hurry.

Megan sat in silence, a bleak smile crossing her face. She had been the only one with feelings involved, the only one to take his words of “starting anew” to heart–as if they were anything but a cruel joke.

Luckily, she hadn’t sunk too deep.

The night had drawn its curtains. Megan spoke softly, “Check, please