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

but I don’t let him

left me? Because you thought I

“Are you f

“Abby–”

so mad, Karl, I could kill you. I really

he quickly masks his expression.

spit. “I’m just telling you how

walks around the desk. I take a step back.

then he’s got another

I’m sorry,” he says. “For a long time, I did

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

look a little regretful. It’s all coming together now. I

that means it’s time

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

takes another step forward, and I glare at

panties in the garden. They

found a pair of my panties outside and thought to

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

jump straight to divorce? G od,

shocked right now. I’m sure that I need to sit

gardener’s semen on my underwear. But instead,

down from this fight. No amount of groveling is going

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

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

appears mostly unperturbed. “I was already suspicious,”

so… friendly together. And you always seemed to be putting on your

ts together, sticking your

out, grimacing. “What is with you and thinking that women

did any of those

hunting for reasons to make yourself even

sagging

doesn’t change the last few years. You don’t

like you’re the victim in this

bad guy. She told Adam

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

her that back when I was convinced it

doesn’t make it okay,” I murmur, blinking back the

set things

can’t help but think of Jimmy, and all the others. “So,

all your

Tiffany because she noticed me spiraling and demanded

left you. No one

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”