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—”

off the walls of

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

casually on the desk behind Karl, a

think back to the moment I witnessed between her and Gerald earlier; was

me look bad in front of Karl? I always knew

like a new low, even for

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

tell. Then he turns his attention

his voice as icy as his stare. He turns back to

he’s not entirely sure who to believe

Karl’s. The atmosphere is

knife. Gerald’s grip is like iron on my arm, branding me as if I’m already

with desperation, “I just thought you

to turn

suspicion—more in contemplation, as if

the emails?” he asks,

my eye,” I mutter, swallowing hard. “I was

steal anything.”

After a moment, he turns to

Gerald. I

Gerald asks, sounding incredulous.

Karl’s voice is low, stern, and

fact that he’s an

butler loosens his grip, a look of disbelief contorting his face.

unfold like some

a contemptuous smile. “So now

and thieves back into

fills my ears. I

with something that looks a lot like betrayal. “Both of you,

Now.”

over her shoulder, glaring at me one last time

the hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing me a disdainful

he leaves.

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

I refuse

a stray tear. “I never should have

the

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 still

on his lips?

bolting up the stairs and

dinner guests.

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