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,

baseless accusations. The room falls silent, like a courtroom awaiting

the desk behind Karl, a knowing smirk

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

in front of Karl? I always knew that Gianna

new low, even for

gaze locks onto mine, and for a brief moment, I see a flicker

Then he

interrupt her,” Karl commands, his voice as icy as his stare. He turns back to me, and his

clear that he’s not entirely sure who to believe right now.

my eyes locked onto Karl’s.

grip is like iron

desperation, “I just thought you left

turn it

not in suspicion—more in contemplation, as if he’s piecing together

emails?” he

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

steal anything.”

his expression unreadable. After a moment, he

Gerald.

asks, sounding incredulous.

go.” Karl’s voice is low, stern, and oddly terrifying.

that he’s

of disbelief contorting his face. But before he can

the whole scene unfold like some sort of soap opera, steps

into a contemptuous

and thieves back into our

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

his eyes flashing with something that looks

Now.”

tosses her hair over her shoulder, glaring at me one

heels clicking angrily against the hardwood floor.

he leaves.

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

I refuse

sorry,” I murmur, wiping away a

way to the door, but Karl’s voice stops

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

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

on his lips?

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

dinner guests.

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