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

exactly? All our friends? Our family? What

I don’t let him

the reason you left me? Because you thought I

“Are you f u cking kidding

“Abby–”

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

he quickly masks his

spit. “I’m just

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

then he’s got another thing

says. “For a long time, I did think

a divorce? That’s

look a little regretful. It’s all coming

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

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

and I glare at him. “Abby, please. You were always so friendly

panties in the

of my panties outside and thought to test

them and you never thought to talk to me

to jump straight to divorce?

sure that I need to sit

semen on my underwear. But

down from this fight. No amount of groveling is going to fix

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

sort of sick sex-fantasy. It makes me want to

mostly unperturbed. “I was already suspicious,”

seemed to be

your ti ts together, sticking your as

and thinking

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

was just hunting for reasons

his shoulders sagging slightly. “I know

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

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

the bad guy. She told Adam I’m disloyal,”

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

I told her that back

murmur, blinking back the tears that are

set things

can’t help but think of Jimmy, and

your

told Tiffany because she noticed me spiraling

you. No one else knows the reason

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”