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—”

voice booms, echoing off the walls of the study, drowning

baseless accusations. The room falls silent, like a courtroom

behind Karl, a knowing smirk on her

I witnessed between her and

me look bad in front of

like a new

and for a brief moment, I see a flicker

he turns his attention

voice as icy as his

It’s clear that he’s not entirely sure

eyes locked onto Karl’s. The atmosphere is so thick with

like iron on my arm, branding me as if I’m

laced with desperation, “I just thought you left your laptop on.

to turn it

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

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

it caught my eye,” I mutter, swallowing hard. “I was curious, yes, but I wasn’t

steal anything.”

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

go, Gerald.

asks, sounding incredulous. “Are

Karl’s voice is low, stern,

the fact that he’s an

grip, a look of disbelief

unfold like some sort of soap

a contemptuous

but liars and thieves back

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

eyes flashing with something that looks

Now.”

tosses her hair over her shoulder, glaring at me one last

clicking angrily against the hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing

he leaves.

there, my heart pounding

I refuse

murmur, wiping away a stray tear.

turn and make my way to the door, but Karl’s voice stops me. “Abby,

I’m too scared to see the expression

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

on his lips?

bolting up the stairs and to my room, ignoring the

dinner guests.

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