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 family?

shakes his head, but I don’t let him

Because you thought I

f u cking kidding

“Abby–”

kill you. I really could. I

falls a little, but he quickly masks his expression.

I spit. “I’m just telling

the desk. I take a step back. If

a hug, then he’s got another

says. “For a long time, I did think you cheated

divorce? That’s why you

to look a little regretful. It’s all coming together

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

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

another step forward, and I glare at him.

I found a pair of your panties in the garden. They

found a pair of my panties outside and thought to test them? Hell, you

and you never

jump straight to divorce? G

to

picturing the gardener’s semen on

fight. No amount of groveling is

our relationship over petty jealousy. And what’s even worse is

to fulfill some sort of sick sex-fantasy. It makes

however, appears mostly unperturbed. “I was already

together. And you always seemed to be

ts together, sticking your as s

out, grimacing. “What is with you and thinking that women

f ucked? I can guarantee I never did any of

just hunting for reasons to make yourself even more

sagging

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

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

the bad guy. She told Adam I’m

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

cheated. I told her that back when I was convinced it

okay,” I murmur, blinking back the tears that

things straight with

can’t help but think

your staff,

Tiffany because she noticed me spiraling

one else knows the reason we

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”