Novel Sweet
Chapter 65
Sullivan lounged in the living room, sitting idly all aftemoon.
As dusk approached, he finally stirred, picking up the phone to call Bianca. “Get Lawyer Ivan over to the manor. I need him to draft a
vorce agreement”
On the other end of the line, Bianca was dumbfounded for a long moment before finding her voice.
“Mr. Lowry, do you mean to get a divorce?”
Sullivan hung up without further explanation, leaving Bianca to blink slowly, finally grasping her boss’s intention.
And in that moment, a thrill of joy bubbled within her. She couldn’t help but think that with Mr. Lowry getting a divorce, she, Bianca, being so close at hand, might stand a chance.
She had so many more advantages than Cressidal
Half an hour later, Bianca arrived at the manor with Lawyer Ivan.
The atmosphere in the study was oppressively somber
Even the maid seemed to sense something amiss, hastily retreating down the stairs after serving coffee, recognizing Lawyer Ivan and speculating about a divorce brewing between Sullivan and Megan.
The aroma of coffee was rich, yet untouched
Sullivan stood by the floor–to–ceiling windows, his silhouette elongated by the fading sun, a lonely arc. He spoke softly, instructing Lawyer van to prepare the document.
His offer to Megan was far from generous
After three years of marriage, he was only willing to give her a 1,300–square–foot condo and an additional two million dollars in cash. The Lowrys were elite in Borough City, and such an arrangement would likely elicit ridicule if it came to light
Bur Sullivan wanted to give no more,
in his mind, Megan gaining her freedom meant she shouldn’t be greedy. They had a prenup, and by offering her this, he was already being more than fair
Yet there was an unshakable heaviness in heart
Sullivan considered himself not one to be swayed by emotion, but this time, he had acted against his own nature, perhaps because of the image of Megan weeping into her pillow, or her red–eyed pleas for him to let her go, or perhaps it was stumbling upon her diary and the youthful affection scrawled within, reminding him of the days she would call out “Sullivan, Sullivan” with such endearment
Termamage hadn’t been all that terrible.
Aside froth love, he was willing to give her everything else, but Megan wanted none of it.
She no longer loved him!
Sullivan tilted his head back slightly, feeling an unexpected warmth around his eyes, blaming it on the maid’s overzealousness with the
Barind him, Lawyer Ivan finished reading the agreement aloud. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.
“Me Lowry, shall it stand as is?”
Sullivan paused for a moment before turning and approaching slowly. He picked up the agreement, read it twice, and reached for the per, but his fund hesitated as he was about to sign.
Signing would finalize the divorce, severing the bond between him and Megan
No one would ever call out to Sullivan in that tender voice again!
re if the feeling was reluctance or regret, but in that moment, he truly hesitated, wondering if he shouldn’t have made this
To let her go like this seemed, somehow, too easy for her!
Bianca watched him intently. She was a woman too, and she could clearly see Sullivan’s special affection for Megan. No matter the lack of love or the resentiment, Megan had shared his bed for three years. Bianca had accidentally witnessed Sullivan embracing Megan in the lounge, minutes before an important shareholders meeting pressing his young wife against the edge of the bed, clothes half undo
hand gripping her delicate wrist, the other holding her slim waist
She had seen Sullivans gaze fixated on Megans small face, so focused
During that meeting, his mood was exceptionally good.
Remembering these scenes, Bianca felt a pang of jealousy, gently prompting. “Mr. Lowry?”
Sullivan snapped back to mality, his gaze lingering on the blank space of the agreement for a few more seconds before finally signing his name
After signing, he dismissed Bianca and the lawyer. He remained standing alone in the study for a long time.
In the evening, the maid knocked on the door “Dinner is rendy, sir. Will you be coming down?”
Sullivan had little appetite. He changed clothes and headed out, asking the driver to take him out instead of driving himself due to his sour mood
The drive; leaned over to ask, “Mr. Lowry, where to?”
“Take me to the Lowry Hospital, Sullivan replied flatly.
He was on his way to the hospital now to give Megan the divorce papers to sign.
Once she signed them and started the divorce proceedings, they would no longer be husband and wife, and all debts of gratitude and gnevances would be erased
Noticing his sullen mood, the driver kept the conversation to a minimum. Half an hour later, they arrived at the hospital’s parking lot. Sullivan ascended to the ward alone, greeted by a nod from the bodyguard, “Mr. Lowry,”
Sullivan nodded back, took a few steps, then tumed to ask, “Has anyone visited?”
The bodyguard first shook his head, then seemed to remember something and said, “A local bakery delivered a birthday cake, said it was from a friend for Mrs. Lowry’s birthday.”
Sullivan assumed it was from Lucia. But as he approached the ward’s door and peered through the white glass to see the cake, he knew It wasn’t Lucia but Begonia…
A quaint 8–inch cake, utterly charming.
The cake had a deep blue night sky adorned with tiny yellow stars, a miniature tent, and a little girl about six or seven years old sitting Inside, hands clasped in a wish.
Inside the ward, Megan sat on the sofa, gazing at the little cake. She looked so youthful, as if holding countless tiny reyes sp
She seemed so tender, just like when they were newlyweds, when she used to look at him with that same sparkling gaze. But now, her softness was because of another man.
