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

accusations. The room falls silent, like a courtroom awaiting

leans casually on the desk behind Karl,

do is think back to the moment I witnessed between her and Gerald earlier; was this a plan

front of Karl? I always knew that

like a new low, even for

brief moment, I

Then he turns his attention to

his voice as icy as his stare. He turns back to

he’s not entirely sure who to believe right now. “Abby,

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

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

my voice laced with desperation, “I just thought you

turn

suspicion—more in contemplation, as

the emails?” he asks, his voice

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

steal anything.”

to absorb this, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he

go, Gerald. I

asks, sounding incredulous.

stern, and oddly terrifying.

of the fact that he’s an

his grip, a look of disbelief contorting his face. But before

scene unfold like some sort of soap

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

thieves back into our

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

that looks a lot

Now.”

at me one last

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

he leaves.

door slams shut, and I’m left standing there, my heart

refuse

I murmur, wiping away a stray tear.

turn and make my way to the door, but Karl’s voice

turn around. I’m too scared

I’m guilty too?

on his lips?

stairs and to my room, ignoring the confused stares of

dinner guests.

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