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—”

Karl’s voice booms, echoing off the walls of the study, drowning

baseless accusations. The room falls silent, like

casually on the desk behind Karl,

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

bad in front of

a new

and for a brief moment, I see a flicker

Then he

as his stare. He

not entirely

locked onto Karl’s. The atmosphere is

grip is like iron on my arm, branding me

Karl,” I stammer, my voice laced with desperation, “I just thought you

turn

in suspicion—more in contemplation,

emails?” he asks,

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

steal anything.”

After a moment, he turns to Gerald.

go, Gerald. I

Gerald asks, sounding

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

the fact that he’s

a look of disbelief contorting his face. But

unfold like some sort of soap opera, steps

curling into a

but liars and thieves back into our

room goes silent. A rush of blood fills my

something that looks a lot

Now.”

her shoulder, glaring at me one last

against the hardwood floor. Gerald

he leaves.

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

refuse to

a stray tear. “I never should

my way to the door, but Karl’s

scared to see the

if he thinks I’m guilty

on his lips?

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

dinner guests.

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