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

exactly? All our

shakes his head, but I don’t let

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

“Are you f u cking kidding

“Abby–”

you. I really could. I think I might hate

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

just telling

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

expression and a hug, then he’s got another

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

you wanted a divorce? That’s why

he has the decency to look a little regretful.

didn’t cheat, that means it’s time to

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

I glare at him. “Abby,

I found a pair of your panties in the

“You found a pair of my panties outside

and you never thought to talk

to divorce?

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you always seemed to be putting on your cutest outfits to see

your ti ts together, sticking your as

and thinking that women are always acting sl

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

reasons to make yourself even more

his shoulders sagging slightly. “I know that

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

life, acting like you’re the victim in this whole situation. None

guy. She told Adam

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

thinks you cheated. I told her that back when I was convinced

doesn’t make it okay,” I murmur, blinking back the tears that

things

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

all your

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

left you. No one else

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”