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—”

Karl’s voice booms, echoing off the walls of the study, drowning out my

room falls silent, like a

casually on the desk behind Karl, a knowing smirk on

I

in front of Karl? I always

a new low, even

a brief

he turns his attention to

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

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

onto Karl’s. The atmosphere is so thick with tension,

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

my voice laced with desperation, “I just thought you left

turn

in suspicion—more in

“And the emails?” he asks, his voice

that it caught my eye,” I mutter, swallowing hard. “I was curious, yes,

steal anything.”

his expression unreadable. After a moment, he turns to

Gerald. I believe

asks, sounding incredulous.

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

of the fact that he’s

look of disbelief contorting his face. But before he can leave,

the whole scene unfold like some sort of soap opera,

Karl,” she sneers, her lips curling into a contemptuous smile. “So now

and thieves back into

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

that looks a lot like betrayal.

Now.”

her hair over her shoulder, glaring at me one

the hardwood floor.

he leaves.

my heart pounding in

refuse

murmur, wiping away a

and make my way to the door,

turn around. I can’t turn around. I’m too scared to see the expression

thinks I’m guilty too?

on his lips?

I rush out of the room, bolting up the stairs and to my room, ignoring the confused stares of

dinner guests.

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