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

your time

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

find

in shining

as before. He can’t meet my

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

up in a relationship with someone who didn’t feel the same way about

reasoning a little

gotten involved. It wasn’t

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

at my hair. To think that all this time I

a better person, only for this

says, standing in my way. “I could see

just

have talked

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

—”

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

know I was holding. “You never

ingredients, at least.”

murmurs.

“I know you, Karl. I can

you? It just so happened to work out in

an eternity, Karl finally meets my eyes,

heart drop

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

figured that he’d take the

to scream, cry, and pass out.

could you

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

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

words can’t fix.

“Abby, I—”

voice breaking. “Just don’t even bother, Karl.

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

take a step toward me. “Trust me, Abby.

better for you. To be the man

help but let out a wry chuckle. “Bu lls hit,”

between us as

You can stay here, and

with me. We’re