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

on the desk behind

I witnessed between her and Gerald earlier; was this

somehow? To make me look bad in front of Karl? I always knew that Gianna hated

like a new low, even

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

he turns his attention to

not interrupt her,” Karl commands, his voice as icy as his stare. He turns back to me, and his

entirely sure who

eyes locked onto Karl’s.

Gerald’s grip is like iron on my arm, branding me

voice laced with desperation, “I just thought you left your

to turn it

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

puzzle. “And the emails?” he asks, his

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

steal anything.”

expression unreadable. After a moment,

go, Gerald.

Gerald asks, sounding incredulous. “Are

voice is low, stern, and oddly

fact that he’s

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

like some sort of soap

she sneers, her lips curling into a contemptuous smile. “So now we’re letting not

but liars and thieves back into

room goes silent. A rush of blood fills my ears. I can’t

that looks a lot like

Now.”

glaring at me one

hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing me a

he leaves.

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

I refuse

I murmur, wiping away a

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

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

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

on his lips?

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

dinner guests.

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