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—”

booms, echoing off the walls of

silent, like a courtroom awaiting

on the desk behind Karl, a knowing smirk on

back to the moment I witnessed between her and Gerald

make me look bad in front of

new

for a brief moment, I see a flicker of

tell. Then he turns his

icy as his stare. He turns back to me, and his

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

stand there, frozen, my eyes locked onto Karl’s. The atmosphere is so thick with tension,

iron on my arm, branding me as if I’m

laced with desperation, “I just

turn it

not in suspicion—more in contemplation, as

emails?” he asks,

mutter, swallowing hard.

steal anything.”

his expression unreadable. After a moment, he turns

Gerald.

asks, sounding

is low, stern,

fact that he’s an

loosens his grip, a look of disbelief

the whole scene unfold like

into a contemptuous smile. “So now we’re letting

but liars and thieves back

room goes silent. A rush of blood fills my ears. I

eyes flashing with something that looks a lot like betrayal. “Both of you,

Now.”

her hair over her shoulder, glaring at me one last

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

he leaves.

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

refuse to let

away a stray

way to the door, but Karl’s voice stops me.

can’t turn around. I’m too scared to

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

on his lips?

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

dinner guests.

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