Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 89: 2 Truths, 1 Lie
Abby

“Gerald, Abby, would one of you care to explain what’s going on?”

Karl’s voice is somehow exceedingly calm, juxtaposed against the chaotic energy filling the room. I feel

like I’ve just stepped into a scene that I never should have witnessed with my own eyes, like a

complete stranger in a home that I once used to rule.

Gerald wastes no time with his explanation. “I found her in your private office upstairs, sir,” he

announces, as if he’s just solved a great mystery. “She was reading your emails, going through your

personal computer.”

Karl turns toward me, his face covered in a puzzled expression. “Abby? Is this true?”

I nod, feeling embarrassed. “Yes, to an extent. But—”

Suddenly, Gerald butts in before I can finish. “Sir, I’ve always suspected she’s a spy for another pack,

and this just further proves my point.”

My jaw drops open, incredulous. I whirl around to face Gerald, wincing against his iron grip on my arm.

“Really, Gerald? A spy? Are you losing your marbles? What pack would I even be spying for, and

why?”

He sneers, his eyes turning into two narrow slits of suspicion. “I’m not entirely sure, but it’s no secret

I’ve had my eye on you for years. Your behavior has always been…off. Perhaps you even plotted with

that gardener—what was his name? The one who has conveniently run away—to create this ‘cheating’

fiasco as a distraction.”

I can’t believe what I’m hearing. It feels like I’ve just stepped into some sort of parallel universe, one

where wild accusations are flung around like confetti.

“Gerald, you’re completely delusional,” I fire back, my voice shaking with a mixture of anger and

disbelief. “I’ve never done any such thing. You’re so busy playing detective that you’re seeing

conspiracies where there are none!”

Gerald scoffs. “Ha! As if I don’t—”

echoing off the walls of the study, drowning

falls silent, like a courtroom awaiting a verdict.

desk behind Karl, a knowing smirk

to the moment I witnessed between her and Gerald earlier; was this

bad in front of Karl? I always knew that Gianna hated me, but

like a new low,

a brief moment, I see a flicker

he turns

commands, his voice as icy as his stare. He turns back to

just as icy. It’s clear that he’s not entirely

frozen, my eyes locked onto Karl’s. The atmosphere is so thick with tension,

grip is like iron on my arm,

with desperation, “I just thought you left your laptop on. I

to turn it

but not in suspicion—more in contemplation,

the emails?” he

caught my eye,” I mutter, swallowing hard. “I was curious, yes, but I wasn’t

steal anything.”

unreadable. After

go, Gerald. I believe

Gerald asks, sounding incredulous. “Are

her go.” Karl’s voice is low, stern, and oddly terrifying.

fact that he’s

grip, a look of disbelief contorting his face. But

like

she sneers, her lips curling into a contemptuous smile. “So now we’re

but liars and thieves back

goes silent. A rush of blood fills my ears. I can’t

flashing with something that

Now.”

tosses her hair over her shoulder, glaring at me one last time before

clicking angrily against the hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing me a disdainful

he leaves.

there, my heart pounding

refuse

away a stray tear. “I never should

to the door, but Karl’s

turn around. I’m too scared to see the expression on

Gianna’s or Gerald’s? What if he thinks I’m guilty too? What if there’s still a hint

on his lips?

up the stairs and to my room, ignoring

dinner guests.

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