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? Our family? What about

his head, but I don’t

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

f

“Abby–”

you. I

but he quickly masks his expression.

just telling you

the desk. I take a step back. If he thinks he can

then he’s

long time, I did think

that’s why you wanted a divorce? That’s why

At least he has the decency to look a little regretful. It’s all

time to get

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

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

pair of your panties

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

and

to divorce? G od, that’s

that I need to sit down judging from how my head is reeling and

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

fight. No amount of

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

to fulfill some sort of sick

unperturbed. “I was already suspicious,” he

friendly together. And you always seemed to be

ti ts together, sticking your as s

is with you and thinking that women are always acting sl utty,

ucked? I can guarantee I never did any of

hunting for reasons

sighs, his shoulders sagging slightly. “I know

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

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

cousin thinks I’m the bad guy.

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

thinks you cheated. I told her

I murmur, blinking back the tears that are threatening to spill

set things straight with

will fix everything.” I can’t help but think of

your

told Tiffany because she

one else knows the

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”