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 your

I don’t let

that the reason you left me? Because you thought I cheated on you?” My voice

you f u cking kidding

“Abby–”

I

but he quickly masks

just telling

desk. I take a step back. If he thinks

and a hug, then he’s got another

“For a long time, I

you wanted a divorce? That’s why you were

decency to look a

that means it’s time to get

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

I glare at him. “Abby, please. You were

and I found a pair of your panties

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

um on them and you never thought to talk

jump straight to

now. I’m sure that I need to sit down

picturing the gardener’s semen on my underwear. But instead,

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

petty jealousy. And what’s even

stole my panties to fulfill some sort of sick sex-fantasy.

unperturbed. “I was already suspicious,”

seemed to be putting on your

ti ts together,

grimacing. “What is with you and thinking that women are always acting sl utty,

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

for reasons to make yourself even more

sagging slightly. “I know that

doesn’t change the last

in this

thinks I’m the bad guy. She told Adam

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

cheated. I told her

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

things

but think of Jimmy, and all the others.

your

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

I left you. No one else knows the reason we

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”