Crippled Luna's Farewell: Half A Life Without My Alpha's Deadly Deception

Chapter 28

Arnold lay in bed, staring at the empty space beside him, feeling a deep discomfort.

Once upon a time, he had deliberately avoided Sarah, coming home late and waiting for her to fall asleep before he rested.

But he had never realized that her presence in the house had always given him an inexplicable sense of reassurance.

Now that she was gone, the home felt empty and lifeless.

Even the lingering scent of her–bellflower and freesia–had completely faded from the sheets. He couldn’t help but wonder: how long had it been since she was last here?

Hasn’t she finished her tantrum yet?

Even her kid didn’t seem to matter to her anymore.

Sarah had been cold with him before, but no matter what, she had always cared about Alex.

Arnold thought coldly, *Perhaps life as Luna has been too easy for her. Maybe she needs a reminder of what she’s missing.*

The next morning, at breakfast, Arnold told Alex, “I’ve added a few extra classes for you. Someone will take you there after

you’ve eaten.”

Alex wrinkled his nose in protest. “But then I won’t have time to play with Auntie Linda…”

Before Arnold could respond, his phone rang.

It was a call from the old house.

When he answered, his grandmother’s voice came through. “When are you coming tonight?”

Arnold glanced at his schedule. “I’ll be late,” he said. “Sarah and the kids will get there first.”

shifted, clearly displeased. “Why can’t the three of you come together as a family?”

work to handle,” Arnold

an excuse,” she said sharply. Then, after a pause,

“She’s not here.”

time? Where did

“I don’t know.”

know where your

Arnold fell silent.

“You-”

sighed deeply,

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well–he’s been an opinionated man since he was a kid. Trained rigorously from a young age, he had left home early and had limited emotional ties to his family, except for the respect he

marriage to Sarah had been her insistence, a compromise Arnold had begrudgingly accepted. It was the furthest he’d

“Have a good breakfast. I’ll

of yourself. And don’t drink too

She hesitated, then relented. “Tine, take care of yourself as well!”

she hung

looked up curiously. “Dad, who was

great grandmother.” Arnold

lit up. “That’s great! I haven’t seen

woman, always doting on the younger generation. Alex

Sarah’s number.

Alex cheered.

to Sarah went unanswered, and Arnold

her directly. Every time he did, the unique “connection” between them flared to life, a constant reminder that their emotions and fates

her morning exercise

filled her with excitement

pause, she sighed and dialed him