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?

I don’t let him

you thought

you f

“Abby–”

I could kill you. I really could. I think

little, but he

I spit. “I’m just telling you how I

I take a step back. If he thinks

hug, then he’s got

long time, I did think

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

look a little regretful. It’s all

I didn’t cheat, that means it’s time to

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

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

I found a pair of your panties in

panties outside and thought to test them? Hell,

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

to divorce? G od, that’s

so shocked right now. I’m sure that I need to sit down judging from how my head

from picturing the gardener’s semen on

this fight. No amount of groveling is going to fix the fact

petty jealousy. And what’s even worse

panties to fulfill some sort of

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

And you always seemed to be putting on your cutest outfits

ti ts together, sticking your as s

and thinking that women are always acting

any of those things, and you were just being an insecure pr

just hunting for reasons to make yourself

sighs, his shoulders sagging slightly. “I know

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

victim in this whole

the bad guy. She

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

cheated. I told her that back when

murmur, blinking back the tears that are threatening

things

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

all your staff,

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

one else knows the reason we

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”