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—”

the walls of the study, drowning out my

room falls silent, like

the desk behind Karl, a knowing smirk on her

the moment I witnessed between her and Gerald

look bad in front of Karl? I always knew that

like a new low,

a brief moment, I see a flicker of

tell. Then he turns his attention

icy as his stare. He turns back to

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

Karl’s. The atmosphere is

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

Karl,” I stammer, my voice laced with desperation, “I just thought you left your laptop on. I

turn

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

puzzle. “And the emails?” he asks, his voice

eye,” I mutter, swallowing hard. “I was curious, yes, but I

steal anything.”

unreadable. After a moment, he turns to

go, Gerald.

Gerald asks, sounding incredulous.

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

fact that he’s an

of disbelief contorting his face. But before

whole scene unfold like some sort of soap opera,

Karl,” she sneers, her lips curling into a contemptuous smile. “So now

but liars and thieves back into

blood fills

reddens, his eyes flashing with something that

Now.”

hair over her shoulder, glaring at me one last time before stalking out of the

angrily against the hardwood floor. Gerald follows,

he leaves.

standing there, my

refuse to

a stray tear. “I never

the door,

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

guilty too? What if

on his lips?

stairs and to my room, ignoring the confused stares of

dinner guests.

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