Chapter 54

Chapter 54

Megan bit her lip, a wave of determination cresting within her “I want to talk about Cora”

Sullivan’s voice was a shade colder when he replied, “Do you now? Well, come to my office then ”

The line went dead before she could muster a response

The late–autumn streets were biting, a chill that seemed to seep into her very bones.

This was the meal Sullivan

Those moments of tenderness in days past were merely lures to bring her back into the fold. And once they proved ineffective, he’d shed that facade to reveal his true nature–callous and distant.

Megan pocketed her phone without hesitation and boarded the next bus, transferring twice before arriving at the towering edifice of the Lowry Group.

The employees knew her face and recognized her as Mrs. Lowry, but they also whispered of her tamished status within the Lowry empire

Bianca descended the sleek marble staircase to greet her.

At the executive floor Blanca pushed open the heavy oak door to the CEO’s office with a demeanor far from warm. “Mr. Lowry is out on business, Mrs Lowry Please, wait. Il make you a cup of coffee.”

Megan stood alone amid the opulence of the office, her eyes drawn to the violin resting like a treasured relic in the bookcase behind Sullivan’s chait

She was lost in thought, oblivious to Bianca’s return.

Following Megan’s gaze. Bianca offered a thin smile. “Mrs. Lowry, do you know why Cressida despises you so? You may not be aware, but four years ago, Mr. Lowry considered marrying her. He never had a favorite, so to him, any bride would do. And then Cressida fell into his world, awakening him.”

She set the coffee on the low table. Straightening up, her smile held a hint of malice. “But you see, Mr. Lowry’s mother found Cressida lacking, not fit to grace the family’s name. So even without you, Cressida would never have passed through the Lowry’s doors.”

Her words hung heavy, disregarding Megan entirely.

Megan suddenly asked, “And you, Bianca? Would Sullivan’s mother approve of your background?”

Bianca faltered, caught off guard.

Megan managed a bittersweet smile, how could she not see through Bianca’s facade?

Once, her love for Sullivan had driven her to understand those around him, and Bianca’s longing gaze was often undisguised. Megan was no fool and saw the truth with clarity.

Sullivan left Megan waiting the entire day. At four in the evening, he finally returned to the company, stepping through the door to find Megan silhouetted against the window, watching the sun dip below the horizon.

Hearing the entrance, she tumed slowly to face him.

Sullivan held her gaze for a moment before instructing Bianca, “Leave us. No visitors today, no exceptions.”

Once Bianca had gone, Sullivan closed the distance to his desk and settled into his chair. His fingers deftly loosened his tie, seeking comfort before fixing his attention back on Megan, “What is it you want to talk about? Begging for mercy?”

Megan stood with her back to the window.

The evening sky blazed red, a reminder of life’s vastness and one’s own insignificance.

She lowered her defenses. “Yes! I’m begging you, Sullivan. Can you please let Cora go?”

She knew what he wanted, but she was only willing to offer one thing, and so she began to unbutton her blouse.

The office was dim, her skin glowing in the soft light, smooth and enticing like fine satin… Her blouse and skirt fell to the floor, her body trembling slightly.

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Sullivan’s eyes darkened with anger. Yet his fury only made his gaze more compelling, his thoughts inscrutable. He fiddled with a gold pen on his desk, then scoffed, “Why stop? Go on.”

Standing, he approached her, stopping before her exposed form. His touch was light on her shoulder, teasing, more fitting for one of those fleeting flings than for his wife

With a snort, he taunted, “Didn’t expect the virtuous Mrs. Lowry to be so slutty. What’s this? Playing the seductress now?”