#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—”

quiet!” Karl’s voice booms, echoing off the walls of the study, drowning

baseless accusations. The room falls silent, like a

the desk behind Karl, a knowing smirk on her

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

me look bad in front of Karl? I always knew that Gianna

like a new low, even for

mine, and for a brief moment, I see a flicker of something—doubt?

Then he turns his

not interrupt her,” Karl commands, his voice as icy as his stare. He turns back to me,

not entirely

there, frozen, my eyes locked onto Karl’s.

with a knife. Gerald’s grip is like iron on my arm, branding me as if I’m already

my voice laced with desperation, “I just

to turn

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

the emails?” he asks, his voice

swallowing hard. “I was curious, yes, but I

steal anything.”

unreadable. After a moment, he turns

Gerald. I

asks, sounding incredulous. “Are

is low, stern, and oddly terrifying. It’s moments like

he’s an

a look of disbelief contorting his face. But before he can

been watching the whole scene unfold like

sneers, her lips curling into a contemptuous smile. “So now we’re letting not

and thieves

fills my ears. I can’t believe she

with something that looks a

Now.”

me one last time before stalking out of the

the hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing me a

he leaves.

left standing there, my heart pounding in my chest, my eyes

refuse

sorry,” I murmur, wiping away a stray tear.

way to the

too scared to

or Gerald’s? What if he thinks I’m guilty too? What

on his lips?

the stairs and

dinner guests.

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