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

Chapter 48

Cody rubbed his temples, muttering under his breath, “What is going on here? She’s not even pretending to care anymore

But Sarah paid no attention to Cody’s disbelief.

Once Megan understood the process, Sarah excused herself, leaving the office without so much as a backward glance,

At home, Sarah immersed herself in her work, sketching designs at her drafting table.

The lines of her pencil flowed across the paper, creating intricate patterns and shapes.

Her mind was focused and clear, a rare and precious state she cherished.

Then her phone buzzed, pulling her attention away.

She picked it up and saw Alex’s name flashing on the screen.

With a sigh, she answered.

“Hello?”

“Mom,” Alex said, his tone direct, “can you come home and cook dinner for me?”

Sarah’s pencil paused mid–stroke. “Alex,” she said carefully, “I’m in the middle of something important. I can’t drop everything and come over right now. Maybe another time.”

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, followed by Alex’s indignant reply.

“What? You’re too busy to cook for me? Mom, come on. I’m hungry, and I want your cooking.”

Sarah exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of her nose.

that I don’t want to cook for you, but I can’t make the trip today. You can tell the Nanny to prepare something for you, just this once.”

the past, Sarah would have dropped everything to fulfill Alex’s

trivial, she had always put him and Arnold at the center

days, too, were

of his mother. “I don’t care if you’re busy,” he said stubbornly. “You’re my mom, and you’re supposed to take care of me. If you don’t cook, I won’t eat anything

his phone onto the table,

Mommy doing this?” he muttered to himself. He expected Sarah to call back, apologize, and rush home to make

how it always went.

silence stretched, and no familiar ringtone interrupted his

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back at her workspace, Sarah felt a dull ache forming

rubbed her forehead, trying to soothe the growing headache, but the sharp ding of

attention.

was a message

when can we expect the original drafts? I’m drowning

sighed, scrolling through

tight, and she was

typed back:

few days. Let me confirm the

was

on you. Things are chaotic

a discussion about the company’s development plans, diving deep into design specifics and

became engrossed in the conversation, and the tension of deadlines

at home, Alex paced the living room, his stomach growling.

come,” he muttered, half to himself and half to the empty room. “She