Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 32: Abby Confronts Karl
Abby

One of his guards is standing at the front door, and his eyebrows go up when he sees me. I recognize

him from back in the day. Jimmy, if I’m remembering right. We never interacted much. He was still new

when we got our divorce. Does he know why Karl left me? Do all his staff think I cheated and wronged

him? G od, I can’t believe this is happening.

“I’m here to see Karl,” I bite out.

“I’ll take you,” he says, his eyebrows shooting up at my tone. Hopefully, he knows my anger isn’t

directed at him. I can’t even rein it in enough to be mildly pleasant.

He leads me to Karl’s office, knocking softly on the door.

“Yes?” Karl calls.

“Ms. Abby, here to see you.”

I refrain at the last moment from rolling my eyes. Jimmy’s just doing his job. He’s not the one who

deserves to have his head bitten off. I force myself to wait until Karl says to let me in, before I stomp

into the room, practically closing the door in Jimmy’s face. I’ll have to remember to apologize to him

later when I’m not so angry.

Karl is lounging in his office chair, a crystal glass balanced on his lap. There’s some sort of brown liquid

inside. Probably Scotch, but it could be Bourbon. Based on what I can see of the bar cart, he’s got

both.

“You such a f ucking as shole,” I start. I figure it’s a pretty good opening for what I have to say.

His eyebrows shoot up, mimicking Jimmy. They look sort of alike, come to think of it. Same wavy hair.

Same chocolate brown eyes. Same bewildered look on their faces.

“Pardon?”

“I just found out that I apparently screwed the gardener when we were together,” I hiss. “Now this is

news to me, but maybe there’s something you know that I don’t. So enlighten me.”

He puts down his glass and stands up. “Abby–”

“Shut up,” I snap. “I can’t believe you told Tiffany I cheated on you.” He winces slightly. “Who else have

to, exactly? All our friends? Our

I

thought I

you f u

“Abby–”

you. I

he

spit. “I’m just telling you how I

take a step back. If he thinks he can fix

and a hug, then he’s got another

says. “For a long time, I did think

wanted a divorce? That’s why you were

decency to look a little regretful. It’s all coming together

I didn’t cheat, that means it’s time to get back together. I’m honestly so

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

glare at him. “Abby, please. You were always

I found a pair of your panties in the garden. They

“You found a pair of my panties outside and thought to test them? Hell, you found a

with a strange man’s c um on them and you never thought to talk to me

to jump straight to divorce? G od, that’s

I’m sure that I need to sit down judging from how my head is reeling and

the gardener’s semen on my

from this fight. No amount of groveling is going to fix the

ruined our relationship over petty jealousy. And what’s even worse is that, from

to fulfill some sort of sick sex-fantasy.

“I was already suspicious,” he says

to be putting on your cutest outfits to

ti ts together, sticking your as

grimacing. “What is with you and thinking that women are always acting sl utty,

of those things, and you were just

reasons to make

sighs, his shoulders sagging slightly. “I know that

change

my life, acting like you’re the victim in this whole situation. None of this was

cousin thinks I’m the bad guy. She

hand over his face. “I’m sorry. I

you cheated. I told her that

make it okay,” I murmur, blinking back the tears that are threatening to spill

set things straight with

that will fix everything.” I can’t help but think of Jimmy, and

your

Tiffany because she noticed me

I left you. No one else knows the reason we

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”