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—”

booms, echoing off the walls of the

room falls silent, like

leans casually on the desk behind Karl, a knowing smirk on

think back to the moment I witnessed between

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

a new low,

brief moment, I see

Then he turns

voice as icy as his

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

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

iron on my arm, branding me

voice laced with desperation, “I just thought you left

to turn it

but not in suspicion—more in contemplation, as if he’s

“And the emails?” he

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

steal anything.”

unreadable. After a moment, he

Gerald.

sounding

let her go.” Karl’s voice is low, stern, and oddly terrifying. It’s

that he’s an

look of disbelief contorting his face. But before he

scene unfold like some sort

into a contemptuous smile. “So now we’re

but liars and thieves back into

fills my ears. I can’t believe she just said

that looks a lot like betrayal. “Both

Now.”

me one last

floor.

he leaves.

left standing there, my heart pounding in my

refuse to

away a stray tear. “I never

my way to the door, but Karl’s voice stops me.

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

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

on his lips?

bolting up the stairs

dinner guests.

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