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—”

the walls of the

silent,

casually on the desk behind Karl,

can do is think back to the moment I

look bad in front of Karl? I always knew that Gianna

new

for a brief

Then he turns

as his

not entirely sure who to

Karl’s. The atmosphere is so

knife. Gerald’s grip is like iron on

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

to turn it

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

the emails?” he asks, his

swallowing hard. “I was curious, yes, but I wasn’t trying

steal anything.”

expression unreadable. After a

Gerald. I believe

asks, sounding

said, let her go.” Karl’s voice is low, stern, and oddly terrifying. It’s moments like this that

the fact that he’s an

a look of disbelief contorting his face. But

unfold like some

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

thieves back into our

room goes silent. A rush of blood fills my

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

Now.”

shoulder, glaring at me one last time before stalking out of

against the hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing

he leaves.

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

refuse to

wiping away a stray tear. “I never should

to the door, but Karl’s voice stops me. “Abby,

around. I can’t turn around. I’m too scared to see the expression on his face.

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

on his lips?

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

dinner guests.

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