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?”

her day was inconvenient,” Alex replied, his disappointment evident. “But I asked

of irritation crossing his face. Sarah’s aloofness was

screen and saw Alex’s

voice sounded small, almost pleading.

asked, keeping

“Can you

school today? Please?”

wanted to say no, to keep her distance, but Alex’s tone pulled at her

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

him. It was quite surprising for

“it’s not a good day for me. Can’t your dad take

faltered. He hadn’t expected her to suggest that. “Uh… Daddy’s busy,” he lied quickly. “He said he has

words. “Alex, are you sure? I can call him—”

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voice. “It’s okay, Mom. Just… just this

everything, Alex was still her son, and she couldn’t bear

Alex’s voice brightened instantly.

Be ready,” she replied,

a pang of guilt settled in her chest. She wasn’t ready to face Arnold, but she also couldn’t abandon

hands on the edge of a napkin and rose from the table, her brow furrowing as she recalled something

yet to be officially handed over, and to complicate matters further, there was a

would be attending.