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

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

the desk behind Karl, a knowing

back to the moment I witnessed between

bad in front of Karl? I always

like a new low,

for a brief moment, I

to tell. Then he

as icy as his stare.

clear that he’s not entirely sure who to believe right

there, frozen, my eyes locked onto Karl’s. The atmosphere is so thick with

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

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

to turn

in contemplation, as if he’s

“And the emails?” he asks, his voice

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

steal anything.”

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

Gerald. I

sounding incredulous.

is low, stern, and oddly

the fact that he’s an

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

like some

sneers, her lips curling into a contemptuous smile. “So now we’re

and thieves

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

face reddens, his eyes flashing with something that looks a lot like betrayal. “Both of you,

Now.”

over her shoulder, glaring at me one last time before stalking

floor. Gerald follows, throwing

he leaves.

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

refuse

murmur, wiping away a stray tear. “I

my way to the

I’m too scared to see the expression on his face. What

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

on his lips?

I rush out of the room, bolting up the stairs and to my

dinner guests.

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