Crippled Luna's Farewell: Half A Life Without My Alpha's Deadly Deception novel Chapter 144

The silence between Arnold and Sarah was thick, stretching between them like an invisible wall neither wanted to cross.

It wasn’t the comfortable kind of quiet they had once shared, nor was it the cold, sharp silence of an argument. It was something else entirely—heavy, suffocating, filled with unspoken thoughts and lingering regrets.

Sarah sat in the car on the return trip, she looked out the window and didn't notice Arnold looking at him thoughtfully.

“I have things to do, I have to leave first in a few minutes.” Arnold glanced at his watch, “I'll have the driver take you home.”

Sarah simply nodded, not bothering to ask where he was going. What was the point? She had long stopped expecting answers from him.

Arnold hesitated for a brief second as if expecting her to say something—maybe a question, maybe a complaint—but she remained silent.

Taking that as her answer, he turned and walked out, the soft click of the door the only sound breaking the stillness.

As soon as he was gone, Sarah let out a slow breath, pressing her fingers against her temples. The silence felt different now. Not heavy, not suffocating—just empty.

Then, her phone rang.

The name flashing on the screen made her brows furrow slightly.

**Vincent.**

Her divorce attorney.

She hesitated for only a moment before answering. “Vincent.”

“There’s been a development,” his voice was direct, professional. “Arnold’s side wants to revise the divorce agreement. They’re offering you additional properties—worth hundreds of millions of dollars.”

For a moment, Sarah didn’t respond. She stared at the floor, her grip on the phone tightening slightly.

Hundreds of millions?

She wasn’t sure if she should be surprised, insulted, or indifferent. Was this Arnold’s version of closure? A final settlement for their years together?

“…I understand,” she finally said.

Vincent paused, as if expecting her to react differently, but when she offered nothing more, he sighed. “I’ll send you the details. Let me know how you want to proceed.”

Sarah ended the call without another word.

She sat in silence, staring at the phone in her hand, before placing it face down on the coffee table.

**This is what you wanted, isn’t it?**

Then why did it feel like something was pressing down on her chest?

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The next day, Sarah visited her grandmother again. The hospital corridors smelled of antiseptic, the cool air making the sterile environment even more impersonal. Yet, in the midst of this cold atmosphere, she found warmth in the presence of the old woman who had always cared for her.

But just as she stepped out of the car, she noticed a familiar figure standing by the parking lot.

Linda.

Dressed elegantly in a fitted coat, her arms crossed, Linda was leaning against her car, her expression unreadable as she looked straight at Sarah.

Sarah’s lips curled into a faint smirk.

**Why does she keep coming here when Grandma doesn’t even want to see her?**

Was it stubbornness? A desperate need to prove something? Or was it all just an act?