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—”

walls of the study,

silent,

behind Karl, a knowing smirk on

I witnessed between

make me look bad in front of

like a new

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

to tell. Then he

as icy as his stare. He turns

he’s not entirely sure who to believe right now.

my eyes locked onto Karl’s. The atmosphere

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

stammer, my voice laced with desperation, “I just thought

to turn

in suspicion—more in contemplation,

“And the emails?” he asks, his

swallowing hard. “I was curious,

steal anything.”

this, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he

Gerald.

asks, sounding incredulous.

low, stern, and oddly terrifying.

of the fact that he’s

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

been watching the whole scene unfold like some sort of soap

into a contemptuous smile. “So now

liars and thieves

blood fills my ears. I can’t

that looks

Now.”

at me one last time before stalking out

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

he leaves.

left standing there, my heart pounding in my chest,

I refuse to let

away a stray

way to the door,

I’m too scared to see the expression on his face. What

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

on his lips?

of the room, bolting up the stairs and to

dinner guests.

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