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

All our friends? Our

I don’t let him

reason you left me? Because you thought I cheated

“Are you f u cking

“Abby–”

could kill you. I really could. I think I might

but he quickly

spit. “I’m just telling you

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

hug, then he’s got another

“For a long time, I did

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

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

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

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

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

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

outside and thought to test them? Hell, you found

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

to divorce? G od,

sure that I need to sit down judging from how

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

I’m not going to back down from this fight. No amount

over petty jealousy. And what’s even worse is that,

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

appears mostly unperturbed. “I was already suspicious,” he

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

together, sticking

you and thinking that women are always acting

f ucked? I can guarantee I never did any of those things, and you

just hunting for reasons

sighs, his shoulders sagging slightly.

doesn’t change the last few years. You don’t get to just

my life, acting like you’re the victim in this whole situation.

guy. She told

hand over his face. “I’m sorry. I forgot to

up. She still thinks you cheated. I told her that back when

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

set things straight

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

your staff,

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

I left you. No one

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”