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 the study, drowning

accusations. The room falls silent, like a courtroom awaiting

casually on the desk behind Karl, a knowing

I can do is think back to the moment I witnessed between her and Gerald

look bad in front of Karl? I always knew that

like a new low, even for

and for a brief moment, I see a flicker of something—doubt? Concern?

tell. Then he turns

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

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

there, frozen, my eyes locked onto Karl’s. The atmosphere is so

grip is like iron on my arm, branding

with desperation, “I just thought you

turn it

eyes narrow, but not in suspicion—more in contemplation, as if

puzzle. “And the emails?” he

swallowing hard. “I was

steal anything.”

his expression unreadable. After a moment,

go, Gerald. I

asks, sounding

stern, and oddly terrifying. It’s

fact that he’s an

disbelief contorting his

scene unfold like some sort of soap opera,

she sneers, her lips curling into a contemptuous smile. “So now we’re

but liars and thieves back into

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

his eyes flashing with something that looks a lot like betrayal.

Now.”

over her shoulder, glaring at me

hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing me a

he leaves.

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

refuse to let

sorry,” I murmur, wiping away a stray tear.

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

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

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

on his lips?

stairs and to my

dinner guests.

…