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—”

echoing off the walls of the study,

room falls silent, like a courtroom

desk behind Karl, a knowing smirk

the moment I witnessed between her and Gerald earlier; was this a plan

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

new low,

locks onto mine, and for a brief moment,

tell. Then he turns his attention

commands, his voice as icy as his stare.

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

stand there, frozen, my eyes locked onto Karl’s. The

is like iron on my arm, branding me as if

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

turn it

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

“And the emails?” he asks,

swallowing hard. “I was curious, yes,

steal anything.”

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

go, Gerald. I

sounding incredulous. “Are

low, stern,

of the fact that he’s

a look of disbelief contorting

the whole scene unfold like some sort of soap opera, steps

she sneers, her lips curling into a contemptuous

liars and thieves

room goes silent. A rush of blood fills

something that looks a lot like

Now.”

shoulder, glaring at me one last

heels clicking angrily against the hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing me a disdainful

he leaves.

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

I refuse to let

away a stray tear. “I

way to the door,

turn around. I’m too scared to see the

he thinks I’m guilty too? What

on his lips?

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

dinner guests.

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