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

Chapter 46

For now, she needed this time for herself.

Sarah leaned back in her chair, staring at her phone, which was still warm from the call she had just finished.

Her thoughts swirled as she wrestled with conflicting emotions. It wasn’t that she didn’t care about Alex; she loved him deeply.

But going back to that house…the one filled with memories, judgments, and the constant shadow of Arnold–felt suffocating….She sighed, shaking her head to clear the unease.

Meanwhile, at the villa, Alex stood with the phone still in his hand, his brow furrowed.

“She’s acting strange,” he mumbled to himself before glancing at Arnold, who sat nearby, pretending to read the newspaper.

Arnold, however, wasn’t as detached as he seemed.

He had been listening to Alex’s side of the conversation, every word sinking into him.

Sarah’s tone.. cool and detached.. was unlike the gentle warmth she usually reserved for Alex.

For the first time, Arnold felt something unfamiliar: uncertainty.

“What did she say?” Arnold asked, lowering the paper.

Alex shrugged. “She said she’s busy and can’t pick me up today.”

Arnold raised a brow. Sarah had never refused Alex, not like this. “Did she say why?”

was inconvenient,” Alex replied, his disappointment evident. “But

a flicker of irritation crossing his face.

again. She glanced at the screen and saw Alex’s name. With a resigned sigh, she picked

Alex’s voice sounded small, almost pleading.

keeping her voice neutral.

“Can you

me to school today?

her distance,

could respond, Alex added, “I really want to tell you something on the

Alex insisting Sarah to pick him. It was quite surprising for him

day for me. Can’t your dad take you?”

that. “Uh… Daddy’s busy,” he lied quickly. “He said he

sighed, sensing the untruth in his words. “Alex, are you

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panic lacing his voice. “It’s okay, Mom.

her son, and she couldn’t bear to see him upset. “Alright,” she relented. “I’ll pick you

Alex’s voice

ready,” she replied,

guilt settled in her chest. She wasn’t ready to face

on the edge of a napkin and rose from the table, her brow furrowing as

side of the work had yet to be officially handed over, and to complicate matters further,

would be