Novel Xo
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Megan Quigley didn’t know if it was common for unfaithful men to have two cellphones.
While Sullivan Lowry was taking a shower, his mistress sent him a selfie. It was a very young girl with delicate features, dressed in opulent clothing that seemed too mature for her age, which made her appear somewhat uneasy.
“Mr. Lowry, thank you for the birthday gift”
Megan stared at the photo for a long time until her eyes began to sting. She’d always suspected that Sullivan had someone on the side, but she had never expected it to be such a young girl. Beyond the ache in her heart, she was surprised by her husband’s taste.
She thought, what a pity to have stumbled upon Sullivan’s secret.
The sound of the bathroom door sliding open interrupted her thoughts.
Moments later, Sullivan emerged, enveloped in steam, his defined abs and solid chest wrapped in a white bathrobe–a picture of rugged attractiveness.
“How much longer are you going to look at that?”
He snatched the phone from Megan’s hand, gave her a sharp glance, and started getting dressed.
His demeanor lacked any sign of embarrassment at being caught by his wife. Megan knew he felt secure in his financial power over her, as she was now kept at home by him, even though she had been a renowned violinist before their marriage.
Megan didn’t argue over the photo. She couldn’t afford to
Seeing he was about to leave, she hurriedly spoke up, “Sullivan, I have something I want to tell you.”
He leisurely buckled his belt, then looked at his wife, possibly recalling her submissive tenderness on the bed earlier, chuckled arrogantly, “What now? You want more?”
But this affection was merely toying. He had never truly considered this wife of his important; she was merely an obligation following an unexpected turn of events.
Sullivan withdrew his gaze as he picked up a Patek Philippe watch from the bedside table and “I have five minutes left. The driver is waiting downstairs.”
Megan guessed where he was headed, her eyes dimmed, “Sullivan, I want to go out and work.”
Go out to work?
his wrist, speaking indiffere
Indifferently.
Sullivan finished fastening his watch and turned to look at her. After a long pause, he pulled out a checkbook from his pocket, scribbled a figure, tore it off, and handed it to her, “Isn’t good enough to be a full–time housewife? Work doesn’t suit you”
After saying that, he was about to leave
Megan followed, her attitude very humble, “I’m not afraid of hardship! I want to go to work. I can play the violin.”
But he had no patience to listen. In his mind, Megan was like a frail creeper that had grown accustomed to being tended to, utterly unsuitable for public exposure or hardship.
Sullivan glanced at his watch and said, “Time’s up!”
He left without a backward glance, and Megan couldn’t keep him. All she could do was grasp at his sleeve as he reached for the doorknob and ask desperately, “My dad’s celebrating his birthday this Saturday. Will you have time?”
Sullivan paused, “We’ll see.”
The door closed softly, and soon after, the sound of a car starting came from downstairs, fading into the distance. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.
A few minutes later, the housemaids came upstairs.
They were aware of the couple’s average relationship, so they acted as messengers, “Mr. Lowry will be away in Harmony City for a few. days on important business. Also, the company has just sent a batch of his laundry. Should we send it out or do you prefer to hand wash and iron, ma’am?”
Megan knelt on the couch. After regaining her composure, she replied softly, “Hand wash, please.”
Sullivan disliked the scent of dry–cleaning solvents, so almost all his clothes, including suits and coats, were hand washed and ironed by Megan.
Aside from that, Sullivan was demanding in other aspects as well.
He detested restaurant food and couldn’t stand the slightest disarray in the bedroom. So, Megan leamed to cook, to tidy, to arrange flowers. she gradually became the perfect full–time housewife.
Her life was almost entirely revolved around Sullivan.
Yet Sullivan still didn’t love her.
Megan looked down at the check
Last year, her family business failed her brother was in custody facing charges, and her father’s sudden illness cost more than a hundred thousand a month. Each time her stepmother Cons returned home, the complained that Megan received too little from Sullivan
“He’s the president of Lowy Pharmaceuticals, with a fortune of billions Megan, you’re his wife, isn’t what’s his also yours?
Megan could only offer a bitter smile
How could Sulliver’s ever be hers?
Sullivan didn’t love her, he was usually cold to her. Their marriage was devoid of love, only serial. He had even forbidden her from having his children, reminding her to take the pill after they made love
Right she needed to take her pill
Megan reached for the pill bottle, poured out a pill and swallowed it numbly
After taking the pill, she gently opened a small drawer Inside was a thick diary, filled with the full affection of an 18 year old Megan for
Sullivan