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

waste your time on something that wasn’t

hit me like a sledgehammer, demolishing everything I thought I

any of your concern?” I find myself asking. “I don’t recall ever asking you to

knight in

his face still as pale as before. He

in front of him. “I care about you, Abby,” he says. “I love you. It pained me

a relationship with someone who didn’t

reasoning

involved. It wasn’t

can’t meet my gaze, and it infuriates me even more.

my hair. To think that all this time I thought

person, only for this to

Abby,” he says, standing in my way. “I could see how he looked at

just wanted to

could have talked to me

have,” he says, his eyes darting around in that telltale manner once more.

—”

up to make Karl stop, and pinch the bridge

I didn’t know I was holding. “You never knew,” I murmur. “Not

ingredients, at least.”

murmurs. “Abby,

know you, Karl. I can tell when

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

what feels like an eternity,

makes my heart drop

regret. “I didn’t know at first. I just knew that he wasn’t

he’d take the

I want to scream, cry, and pass out. I can’t decide which;

can’t believe this, Karl. How could you do something like that? Something

as if he wants to say something, to justify himself, but he doesn’t. Instead,

his eyes, as if realizing that there are

words can’t fix.

“Abby, I—”

“Just don’t even bother, Karl. I’ve heard

were changing, becoming a better man

pleads, trying to take a step toward me.

better for you. To

but let out a wry

as much distance between us as the room will allow. “I’m

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

with me.