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

room falls silent, like

on the desk behind Karl, a knowing

is think back to the moment I witnessed

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

a new low, even for

gaze locks onto mine, and for a brief

he turns his

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

just as icy. It’s clear that he’s not entirely sure

frozen, my eyes locked onto Karl’s.

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

Karl,” I stammer, my voice laced with desperation, “I just thought you left

turn

in contemplation, as if he’s piecing

“And the emails?” he asks, his

admit that it caught my eye,” I mutter, swallowing hard.

steal anything.”

After a moment, he turns

Gerald. I

asks, sounding incredulous. “Are

stern, and oddly terrifying. It’s moments like this

that he’s

look of disbelief contorting his face. But before

like some sort of soap opera, steps

sneers, her lips curling into a contemptuous smile.

and thieves back into

A rush of blood fills my ears. I

reddens, his eyes flashing with something that looks

Now.”

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

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

he leaves.

there, my heart pounding in my

refuse

a stray tear. “I

the door, but Karl’s voice stops me. “Abby,

turn around. I can’t turn around. I’m too scared to see the expression on his face. What if

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

on his lips?

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

dinner guests.

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