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.

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,

would have dropped everything to fulfill Alex’s

or helping him with something trivial, she had always put him and Arnold

those days, too, were

“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

slammed his phone onto the

himself. He expected Sarah to call back, apologize, and rush home to make his

it always went.

time, the silence stretched, and no familiar

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a dull ache forming at

trying to soothe the growing headache, but the sharp ding of a notification on her

attention.

a message from Leo..

expect the original drafts? I’m drowning

through her

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

typed back:

in the next few days.

was Instant.

you. Things are chaotic here, and your designs are crucial.*

development

the conversation, and the tension of deadlines overshadowed Alex’s

Alex paced the living room, his stomach

and half to the empty room. “She *has* to come. She always