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

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

I don’t

reason you left me? Because you thought I

“Are you f u cking

“Abby–”

Karl, I could kill you. I really could. I think

little, but he

“I’m just

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

hug, then he’s

he says. “For a long time, I did

That’s why you were so cold

decency to look a little

that means it’s time to get back together. I’m

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

glare at

your panties in the garden. They had his

feel sick. “You found a pair of my panties outside and thought to test them?

um on them and you never thought to talk to me about it?

jump straight to divorce? G

I need to

picturing the gardener’s semen on my underwear. But instead, I stand

No

petty jealousy. And what’s even worse is that, from the sound

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

appears mostly unperturbed. “I was already suspicious,”

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

ti ts together,

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

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

was just hunting for reasons to make yourself even

shoulders sagging slightly. “I

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

acting like you’re the victim in this whole

guy. She told Adam I’m

his face. “I’m sorry. I forgot to tell her

cheated. I told her that

murmur, blinking back the tears that are threatening

set things straight

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

your

Tiffany

No one else knows the reason we

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”