Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 90: Sabotaged
Abby

At the mention of the email and the rare ingredients, Karl’s face turns pale. Seeing him like this

instantly fills me with an odd sense of dread as my mind begins to whirl with unending questions: why

did Adam send him that email? Why did Karl give him rare ingredients? When did Karl give him rare

ingredients?

“Karl, please tell me what’s wrong,” I say again, more urgently this time.

He takes a deep breath, then finally speaks. “I bought a ton of ingredients for Adam,” he admits, his

voice barely above a whisper. “Rare ones. For his restaurant.”

My heart is in my throat. “For Adam’s restaurant? But why?” I ask, genuinely confused.

“He asked, and I just figured I would help him out,” he murmured. But as he speaks, his eyes dart away

from me, indicating that he’s lying. I’ve always been able to tell when he’s pulling my leg.

“You’d better not be trying to lie to me right now,” I warn, my voice brittle. “I know you too well for that.”

His shoulders slump, and he looks down at his hands, gripping the edge of the bed with white knuckles.

“Alright, fine,” he finally says, his voice low. “It wasn’t that.”

“Then what was it?” I press, but deep down, judging from Karl’s appearance I’m not sure whether I

want to know the answer or not.

Karl hesitates, then takes another ragged breath as though trying to steady himself. “I gave the

ingredients to Adam to bribe him into… into breaking up with you.”

The room spins. My head is swimming with thoughts, feelings, questions. I can’t fathom why Karl would

do such a thing, and I jump up to my feet, my voice rising an octave. “You what? You bribed him to

break up with me? But why?”

“Because, Abby,” Karl’s voice is shaky, “I knew he was g ay, and that he wasn’t being honest with you.

The ingredients were a way to convince him to be just that: honest. To come clean about his

wouldn’t waste your time on something that wasn’t

demolishing everything I thought I knew.

find myself asking. “I don’t

in

as before. He can’t meet my gaze,

about you, Abby,” he says. “I love you. It pained me to

someone who didn’t feel the same way

reasoning a little

gotten involved. It wasn’t your

a heavy silence. Karl still can’t meet my gaze, and it infuriates me even more. I

at my hair. To think that all this

better person, only for this to

see

I just wanted to

have talked

eyes

—”

to

I was holding. “You never knew,” I

ingredients, at least.”

he murmurs. “Abby,

hiss. “I know you, Karl. I can tell when you’re lying. You didn’t know

fabricated this whole plan, did you? It just so happened to work out in your favor,

like an eternity, Karl finally meets my

my heart drop into my stomach. “You’re

his voice filled with regret. “I didn’t know at first. I just knew that he

he’d take

at once, I want to scream,

this, Karl. How could you do something like

he wants to say something, to justify

at me with a sort of defeated look in his eyes, as if realizing

words can’t fix.

“Abby, I—”

don’t even bother,

this time, I really thought you were changing, becoming a better man like you said you

he pleads, trying to take a step toward me. “Trust

be better for you. To be the man that

out a wry chuckle. “Bu

distance between

morning. You can stay here, and you don’t have to worry about coming

with me. We’re done,