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

like a sledgehammer, demolishing everything I thought

find myself asking. “I

knight in shining

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

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

a relationship with someone who didn’t feel the

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

should have gotten involved. It wasn’t your

heavy silence. Karl still can’t meet my gaze, and

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

only for this to happen, makes

way. “I could see how he looked at you, how he

just

talked

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

—”

hits me. I hold my hand up to make Karl stop, and

holding. “You never knew,” I

ingredients, at least.”

murmurs. “Abby,

honest,” I hiss. “I know you, Karl. I can tell when you’re lying.

It just so happened to work out in your favor, didn’t

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

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

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

that he’d take the

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

could you do something like that? Something so…

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

in his eyes, as if realizing that

words can’t fix.

“Abby, I—”

breaking. “Just don’t even bother, Karl. I’ve heard enough. And to

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

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

you. To be the man that

let out a wry chuckle.

pull away from him, putting as much distance between us as the room

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

with me.