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?

I

you left me? Because you thought I cheated on you?” My

f u cking kidding

“Abby–”

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

but he quickly masks his expression. “Don’t say

not?” I spit. “I’m just telling you how I feel.”

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

then he’s got

he says. “For a long time, I

That’s why you were so cold at the

least he has the decency to look a little regretful. It’s all coming together now.

time to

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

forward, and I glare at

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

outside and thought to test

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

jump straight to divorce? G

to sit

picturing the gardener’s semen on my

to back down from this fight. No amount of groveling is

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

fulfill some sort of sick sex-fantasy. It makes

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

to be

your ti ts together,

with you and thinking that women are always acting sl

of those things, and you were just being an insecure

for reasons to

shoulders sagging slightly. “I

you Karl, but that 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. None of this was my fault,

bad guy.

his face. “I’m sorry. I forgot to

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

make it okay,” I murmur, blinking back the tears that are threatening to

things straight with

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

all your

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

I left you. No one else

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”