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

been telling this to, exactly? All our friends? Our family?

his head, but I don’t let

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

you f u cking kidding

“Abby–”

you. I really could. I

but he quickly masks his expression.

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

a step back.

expression and a hug, then he’s got another

a long time, I did think you cheated on

wanted a divorce? That’s why you were

a little

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

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

I glare at

pair of your panties in the garden.

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

a strange man’s c um on them and you never thought to talk to me about it?

jump straight to

need to sit down judging from how my head is reeling

from picturing the gardener’s semen on

going to back down from this fight. No amount of

petty jealousy. And what’s even worse

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

was already suspicious,” he says simply. “You

to be putting

ts together, sticking your as

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

did any of those things, and you were just

reasons to make yourself

sighs, his shoulders sagging slightly.

that’s great for you Karl, but that doesn’t change the last few years.

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

cousin thinks I’m the bad guy. She told Adam I’m disloyal,”

a huff and passes his hand over his face. “I’m sorry. I forgot

her

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

things

because that will fix everything.” I can’t help but think of Jimmy, and

all your staff,

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

left you. No one else knows the reason

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”