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

me like a sledgehammer, demolishing everything I thought

since when is that any of your concern?” I find myself asking. “I don’t recall ever asking

knight in shining

pale as before. He can’t

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

tangled up in a relationship with someone

me pause. I can understand his reasoning a

have gotten involved. It wasn’t

my gaze, and it infuriates me even more. I

that all this time I thought that

person, only for this to

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

I just wanted to

talked to

could have,” he says, his eyes darting around in

—”

up to make Karl stop, and pinch the bridge of

know I was holding. “You

ingredients, at least.”

he murmurs.

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

this whole plan, did you? It just so happened to

After what feels like an eternity, Karl

aching vulnerability there that makes my heart drop into my

didn’t know at first. I

he’d

heart shatters. All at once, I want to scream, cry, and pass out. I

you do

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

defeated look in his eyes, as if

words can’t fix.

“Abby, I—”

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

were changing, becoming a

Abby, I am,” he pleads, trying to take a step toward me. “Trust me, Abby. I’ve

you. To be the man

out a

him, putting as much distance between us as the room will allow.

can stay here, and you don’t have to worry about

me. We’re done,