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—”

quiet!” Karl’s voice booms, echoing off the walls of the study,

silent, like a courtroom awaiting a verdict.

on the desk behind Karl, a knowing smirk

I witnessed between her and Gerald earlier; was

bad in front of Karl? I always knew that Gianna

a new low, even

mine, and for a brief moment, I see a

to tell. Then he

as icy as his stare. He turns back to me, and his

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

locked onto Karl’s. The atmosphere is so thick

like iron on my arm, branding me

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

to turn

in suspicion—more in contemplation, as if he’s piecing together

the emails?” he asks, his

my eye,” I mutter, swallowing hard.

steal anything.”

expression unreadable. After a moment, he turns to

go, Gerald. I believe

sounding

stern, and oddly terrifying. It’s moments like this that

he’s

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

unfold like some sort

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

but liars and thieves back into our

goes silent. A rush of blood fills

his eyes flashing with something that looks a lot

Now.”

glaring at me one last time before stalking out of

clicking angrily against the hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing

he leaves.

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

refuse to

sorry,” I murmur, wiping away a stray tear. “I never should

the door, but Karl’s voice stops me.

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

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

on his lips?

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

dinner guests.

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