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 family? What

head, but I don’t let

left me? Because you thought I cheated on you?”

f u

“Abby–”

I really could. I think I

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

not?” I spit. “I’m just telling you how

shakes his head and walks around the desk. I take a step back.

hug, then he’s got

“For a long time, I did think you

that’s why you wanted a divorce? That’s why you

has the decency to look a little regretful. It’s all coming together now. I

he’s decided I didn’t cheat, that means it’s time

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

glare at him. “Abby,

pair of your panties in the garden. They had his semen on

pair of my panties outside and thought to test them? Hell,

man’s c um on them and you never thought to talk to me about it? You

straight to divorce? G od,

now. I’m sure that I need to sit

from picturing the gardener’s semen on my underwear. But

No amount of groveling is going to fix the fact

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

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

unperturbed. “I was already suspicious,” he says simply. “You two

to be putting on your cutest outfits to see

ti ts together, sticking your

is with you and thinking

any of those things, and you

for reasons to make

his shoulders sagging

that’s great for you Karl, but that doesn’t change the last few years. You don’t get

in this whole situation. None

guy. She told Adam I’m disloyal,”

a huff and passes his hand over his face. “I’m sorry.

her that back when I was convinced it

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

things

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

all your

Tiffany because she noticed me

No one else knows the

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”