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

me like a sledgehammer, demolishing everything I thought I knew. I look at

concern?” I find myself asking. “I don’t recall

in shining

as before. He can’t meet my gaze, and instead

in front of him. “I care about you,

relationship with someone who didn’t

words give me pause. I can understand his reasoning a little bit,

have gotten involved. It wasn’t

still can’t meet my gaze,

at my hair. To think that all this time I

only for this to

my way. “I could see how he looked

I just wanted

talked to me

know I could have,” he says, his eyes darting around in that telltale manner

—”

my hand up to make Karl stop, and pinch the bridge

holding. “You never knew,” I

ingredients, at least.”

murmurs.

can tell when you’re lying.

fabricated this whole plan, did you? It just so happened to work out in your favor, didn’t

a long, heavy silence. After what feels like an eternity, Karl finally

aching vulnerability there that makes my heart drop into my stomach. “You’re

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

that he’d take

to scream, cry, and pass out.

How could you do something

looks as if he wants to say something, to justify himself, but he

of defeated look in his eyes, as if realizing that there are some things that

words can’t fix.

“Abby, I—”

don’t even bother, Karl.

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

he pleads, trying to take a step

you. To be the man that you

out a wry chuckle.

between us as the room

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

with me. We’re done,