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.”

“Why can’t the three of

to handle,”

use work as an excuse,” she said sharply. Then, after a pause, “Put Sarah on the

“She’s not here.”

Isn’t it breakfast time?

“I don’t know.”

don’t even know where your Luna is?”

Arnold fell silent.

“You-”

grandmother sighed deeply,

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he had left home early

Arnold had begrudgingly accepted. It was the furthest he’d ever bent to her wishes, and

a good

replied quietly. “Take care of yourself. And don’t drink

then relented. “Tine, take care

that, she hung up.

up curiously. “Dad, who was that?”

great grandmother.” Arnold

I haven’t seen her in

kind and loving woman, always doting on the

and began dialing Sarah’s number. “Tonight, we’re going to Lanslot for dinner,” he

Alex cheered.

Sarah went unanswered, and

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

exercise when she noticed

hesitated, torn. His calls no longer filled her with excitement or joy; instead, they left her feeling conflicted

she sighed and