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

you wouldn’t waste your time

a sledgehammer, demolishing everything I thought I knew. I look at him,

that any of your concern?” I find myself

in

his face still as pale as before. He can’t meet my gaze,

in front of him. “I care about you, Abby,” he

someone who didn’t feel the same

pause. I can understand his reasoning a little bit, but it doesn’t

should have gotten involved. It wasn’t

Karl still can’t meet my gaze, and it

room, clutching at my hair. To think that all this time I

for this to happen,

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

just wanted

could have talked to me

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

—”

I hold my hand up to make

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

ingredients, at least.”

murmurs.

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

did you? It just so happened to work

silence. After what feels like an eternity, Karl finally meets my eyes, and

heart drop into my stomach. “You’re right,”

voice filled with regret. “I didn’t know at first.

he’d take

once, I want to scream, cry, and pass

Karl. How could you do something like that? Something

if he wants to say something, to justify

me with a sort of defeated look in his eyes, as if realizing that there are

words can’t fix.

“Abby, I—”

I cut him off, my voice breaking. “Just don’t even

thought you were changing, becoming a better man like

trying to take a step toward

To be the man that

a wry chuckle. “Bu lls hit,” I

from him, putting as much distance between us as the room will

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

me. We’re done,