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 the study, drowning out my

accusations. The room falls silent, like a courtroom

leans casually on the desk behind Karl, a knowing smirk

to the moment I witnessed between her and Gerald

in front of Karl? I always

a new low,

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

tell. Then he turns his attention

Karl commands, his voice as icy as his stare. He

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

frozen, my eyes locked onto Karl’s. The atmosphere is so thick with tension, you

grip is like iron on my arm, branding

my voice laced with desperation, “I just thought

to turn

suspicion—more in contemplation, as if he’s piecing

the emails?”

swallowing hard. “I was curious, yes, but I wasn’t

steal anything.”

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

go, Gerald.

Gerald asks, sounding

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

the fact that he’s an

grip, a look of disbelief contorting his face. But

scene unfold like some sort of

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

but liars and thieves back into our

A rush of blood fills my ears. I

flashing with something that looks a lot like betrayal.

Now.”

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

against the hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing

he leaves.

standing there, my heart

I refuse to

murmur, wiping away a stray tear.

my way to the door, but Karl’s

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

Gerald’s? What if he thinks I’m guilty too? What if there’s still a hint of her

on his lips?

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

dinner guests.

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