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—”

echoing off the walls of the study, drowning

accusations. The room falls silent, like a courtroom awaiting

on the desk behind Karl, a knowing smirk on

moment I witnessed between her and Gerald

me look bad in front of

like a new low, even

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

Then he turns his attention to

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

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

locked onto Karl’s. The atmosphere is so thick with

with a knife. Gerald’s grip is like iron

voice laced with desperation, “I just thought you left your laptop on.

to turn

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

puzzle. “And the emails?” he asks,

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

steal anything.”

absorb this, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he turns to Gerald. “You

go, Gerald.

Gerald asks, sounding incredulous.

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

that he’s an

of disbelief contorting his face. But before he

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

Karl,” she sneers, her lips curling into a

thieves back

of blood fills my

that looks a lot like betrayal. “Both

Now.”

her shoulder, glaring at me one

angrily against the hardwood floor. Gerald follows,

he leaves.

I’m left standing there, my heart pounding in my chest, my eyes blurring

refuse to let

murmur, wiping away a

and make my way to the door, but Karl’s

scared to see the expression on his

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

on his lips?

stairs and to my room, ignoring the

dinner guests.

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