#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 study, drowning out

The room falls silent, like a

leans casually on the desk behind Karl,

can do is think back to the moment I witnessed between

front of Karl? I always knew that Gianna

new low, even for

gaze locks onto mine, and for a brief moment, I see a flicker of something—doubt? Concern?

to tell. Then he turns

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

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 tension, you

iron on my arm, branding

desperation, “I just thought you left your

to turn it

not in suspicion—more in contemplation, as if

“And the emails?”

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

steal anything.”

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

go, Gerald. I believe

Gerald asks, sounding incredulous.

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

he’s an Alpha, through and

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

been watching the whole scene unfold like some sort of soap opera,

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

liars and thieves

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

that looks a lot like betrayal.

Now.”

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

angrily against the hardwood floor. Gerald

he leaves.

standing there, my

refuse to

sorry,” I murmur, wiping away a

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

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

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

on his lips?

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

dinner guests.

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