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.

been working nonstop. It’s not that I don’t want to cook for you, but

dropped

favorite meal or helping him with something trivial, she had always put him and Arnold at the center of her priorities.

those days, too,

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

Alex slammed his phone onto the

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

was how it always went.

the silence stretched, and no familiar ringtone interrupted his

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her workspace, Sarah felt a dull

growing headache, but the sharp ding of

attention.

was a message from

can we expect the original drafts? I’m drowning here without

sighed, scrolling through her calendar.

was tight, and she was already pushing herself to meet the

quickly typed back:

next few days. Let

was

you. Things are chaotic here,

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

conversation, and the tension of deadlines overshadowed Alex’s earlier tantrum.

Alex paced the living room,

he muttered, half to himself and half to the empty room. “She *has* to come. She always does.”