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

his head, but I don’t let

me? Because you thought I

“Are you f u cking

“Abby–”

I could kill you. I really

but he quickly masks his

just telling you how I feel.”

his head and walks around the desk. I take a step back. If he thinks

hug, then he’s got another

long

That’s why you were so cold at

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

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

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

step forward, and I glare at him. “Abby, please. You

and I found a pair of your panties in the

my panties outside

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

jump straight to divorce? G

sure that I need to sit down judging from how

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

not going to back down from this fight. No amount of groveling is

our relationship over petty jealousy. And what’s even

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

“I was already suspicious,” he says simply.

you always seemed to be putting on your cutest

your ti ts together,

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

I never did any of those things, and you were just being an insecure

reasons to make yourself even more

his shoulders sagging

but that doesn’t change the last few years.

acting like you’re the victim in this whole situation. None of

I’m the bad guy. She

lets out a huff and passes his hand over his face. “I’m sorry. I forgot to

you cheated. I told her that back when I was convinced

murmur, blinking back the tears that are threatening

things straight

but

all your

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

you. No one else knows the reason

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”