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 out

accusations. The room falls silent, like a

desk behind Karl,

the moment I witnessed between her

somehow? To make me look bad in front of Karl? I always knew that

like a new low, even

locks onto mine, and for a brief moment,

Then he

her,” Karl commands, his voice as icy as his stare.

just as icy. It’s clear that he’s not entirely sure who to believe right now. “Abby,

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

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

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

to turn

not in suspicion—more in

emails?” he

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

steal anything.”

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

Gerald. I believe

asks, sounding

low, stern, and oddly terrifying. It’s

the fact that he’s an

of disbelief contorting his face. But before he can

the whole scene unfold like

sneers, her lips curling into a contemptuous smile. “So

thieves

A rush of blood fills my ears. I can’t

his eyes flashing with something that looks a

Now.”

her hair over her shoulder, glaring at me one last time before stalking out of the

floor. Gerald

he leaves.

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

refuse to let

away a stray tear. “I

and make my way to the

scared to see the

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

on his lips?

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

dinner guests.

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