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—”

booms, echoing off the walls of the study,

room falls silent, like

leans casually on the desk behind Karl, a

is think back to the moment I witnessed between her and Gerald

To make me look bad in front of Karl? I always

a new low, even

and for a brief moment, I

Then he turns his attention

Karl commands, his voice as icy as his stare. He turns

as icy. It’s clear that he’s not entirely sure who to believe right

locked onto Karl’s. The atmosphere is so

a knife. Gerald’s grip is like iron on my arm, branding

my voice laced with desperation, “I just

to turn

but not in suspicion—more in contemplation, as if he’s

the emails?” he asks,

that it caught my eye,” I mutter, swallowing hard.

steal anything.”

After a moment, he

go, Gerald.

Gerald asks, sounding incredulous.

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

of the fact that he’s

his grip, a look of disbelief contorting his face.

scene unfold like some sort of

curling into a contemptuous smile. “So now

but liars and thieves back into our

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

something that looks a lot like betrayal. “Both of you,

Now.”

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

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

he leaves.

door slams shut, and I’m left standing there, my heart pounding in my chest,

refuse to

a stray tear. “I never should have

to the door, but Karl’s voice stops me.

turn around. I’m too scared

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

on his lips?

the stairs

dinner guests.

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