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—”

off the walls of the

room falls silent, like a courtroom awaiting a verdict.

on the desk behind Karl, a knowing smirk on

I can do is think back to the moment I witnessed between her and Gerald earlier; was this a

front of Karl? I always knew that Gianna

a new low, even

onto mine, and for a brief moment, I see a flicker

Then he turns his attention

interrupt her,” Karl commands, his voice as icy as his stare. He turns

that he’s not entirely sure who to

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

Gerald’s grip is like iron on my arm, branding me as if I’m

“I just thought you left your laptop on.

to turn it

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

the emails?” he

swallowing

steal anything.”

his expression unreadable. After

Gerald. I

asks, sounding

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

that he’s an

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

watching the whole scene unfold like some sort of soap opera, steps

into a contemptuous smile. “So

thieves

rush of blood fills my ears.

something that looks

Now.”

me one last time

hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing me a

he leaves.

my heart pounding in my

refuse to

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

turn and make my way to the

I’m too scared

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

on his lips?

out of the room, bolting up the stairs and to my

dinner guests.

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