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

telling this to, exactly? All our friends? Our family? What about

shakes his head, but I

you thought I cheated on you?” My voice rises

“Are you f u

“Abby–”

you. I really could. I think I

falls a little, but he quickly masks his expression. “Don’t

spit. “I’m just telling you how I feel.”

desk. I take a step back. If

then he’s

long time, I did think

you wanted a divorce? That’s why you were so cold at

has the decency to look a little regretful.

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.”

at him. “Abby, please.

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

my panties outside and thought to

um on them and you

jump straight to divorce? G od, that’s

need to sit down judging from how my head is reeling

is sick from picturing the gardener’s semen on

down from this fight. No amount of groveling is going to

jealousy. And what’s even worse

stole my panties to fulfill some sort of sick

already suspicious,” he says simply. “You

together. And you always seemed to be putting on your cutest outfits to see

your ti ts together, sticking

with you and thinking that women are always acting

guarantee I never did any of

just hunting for reasons to make

his shoulders sagging slightly. “I know

doesn’t change the last few years. You don’t get to just

in this whole situation. None of this

thinks I’m the bad guy. She told Adam I’m disloyal,”

a huff and passes his hand over his face. “I’m sorry. I forgot to tell her that

told her that back when I was convinced

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

things straight

help but think of Jimmy, and all the others.

all your staff,

told Tiffany because

I left you. No one else knows

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”