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

our friends? Our family? What about

I don’t

me? Because you thought

you f

“Abby–”

kill you. I really could. I think I might hate

he quickly masks

just telling

the desk. I take a step back. If he thinks he can

then he’s got

he says. “For a long time, I did think

divorce? That’s why you were

least he has the decency to look a little regretful. It’s all coming together

didn’t cheat, that means it’s time to get

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

glare at him.

panties in the garden. They

my panties outside and

man’s c um on them and you never thought

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

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

gardener’s semen on my

from this fight. No amount of groveling is going to

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

my panties to fulfill some sort of sick sex-fantasy.

appears mostly unperturbed. “I was already suspicious,”

seemed to be putting on your cutest

your ti ts together, sticking your

blurt out, grimacing. “What is with you and thinking

ucked? I can guarantee I never did any of those things, and

hunting for reasons to make

his shoulders sagging slightly. “I

Karl, but that doesn’t change the last few years. You don’t get to

victim in this whole situation. None of this was my fault,

thinks I’m the bad guy. She told

hand over his face.

her that back

murmur, blinking back the tears that are threatening to

set things straight with

I can’t help but think of Jimmy, and all

your staff,

his head. “Abby, no. I told Tiffany because she noticed me

I left you. No one else

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”