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

but I don’t let him

Because you thought I cheated on you?”

“Are you f u cking kidding

“Abby–”

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

but he quickly masks

spit. “I’m just telling

a step back. If he thinks he

hug, then

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

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

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

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

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

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

of your panties in the garden. They had his

outside and

man’s c um on them and you never thought to talk to

straight to divorce? G od,

I need to sit down judging from

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

fight. No amount of groveling is

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

to fulfill some sort of

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

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

ts together, sticking your

you and thinking that women are always acting sl utty,

of those things, and you were just

was just hunting for reasons to

shoulders sagging slightly. “I

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

life, acting like you’re the victim in this whole situation. None of this was my

the bad guy. She told Adam

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

thinks you cheated. I told her

it okay,” I murmur, blinking back the

things straight

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

your

his head. “Abby, no. I told Tiffany because she noticed me spiraling and demanded to

you. No one else knows the reason we

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”