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—”

quiet!” Karl’s voice booms, echoing off the walls of the study, drowning out my indignation

falls silent, like a courtroom

on the desk behind Karl, a knowing smirk on

think back to the moment I witnessed between

To make me look bad in front of Karl? I always knew that Gianna hated me, but

a new low, even for

and for a brief

tell. Then he turns his attention

Karl commands, his voice as icy as his stare.

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

my eyes locked onto Karl’s. The

knife. Gerald’s grip is like iron on my arm,

“I just thought you

turn it

narrow, but not in suspicion—more in

“And the emails?”

I mutter, swallowing hard. “I was curious,

steal anything.”

unreadable. After a moment, he turns to

Gerald.

sounding incredulous.

said, let her go.” Karl’s voice is low, stern, and oddly terrifying. It’s

fact that he’s an

loosens his grip, a look of disbelief contorting his face.

scene unfold like some sort

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

liars and thieves

A rush of blood fills my ears. I can’t believe

something that looks a lot like

Now.”

hair over her shoulder, glaring at me one last time before

heels clicking angrily against the hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing me

he leaves.

left standing there, my heart

I refuse

a

my way to the door, but Karl’s

I’m too scared to see

Gianna’s or Gerald’s? What if he thinks I’m guilty too?

on his lips?

up the stairs and to

dinner guests.

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