#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 out my

falls silent, like a courtroom awaiting

on the desk behind Karl, a

the moment I witnessed between her and Gerald earlier; was this a plan

in front of Karl? I always knew that Gianna hated me, but

a new low,

and for a brief moment, I

he turns his attention to

commands, his voice as icy as

that he’s not entirely sure who to believe

locked onto Karl’s. The

is like iron on

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

to turn

in

emails?” he asks,

that it caught my eye,” I mutter, swallowing

steal anything.”

unreadable. After a moment, he turns to

Gerald. I

Gerald asks, sounding incredulous.

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

fact that he’s an

grip, a look of disbelief

been watching the whole scene unfold like some sort

curling into a contemptuous smile. “So now we’re letting not

thieves

of blood fills my ears. I can’t believe she just said

his eyes flashing with something that looks

Now.”

glaring at me one last time before stalking

against the hardwood floor.

he leaves.

standing there, my

refuse to

away a stray

my way to the door,

turn around. I can’t turn around. I’m too scared to see the

What if he thinks I’m guilty

on his lips?

the stairs and to my room, ignoring

dinner guests.

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