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

to, exactly? All our friends? Our family? What about your

but I don’t let him

thought I cheated on you?” My

you f u cking kidding

“Abby–”

kill you. I really

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

“I’m just telling you how I feel.”

desk. I take a

a hug, then he’s got another thing

“For a long time, I did think you cheated on

wanted a divorce? That’s why you were so cold

decency to look a little regretful. It’s all

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

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

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

panties in the garden. They had his semen

panties outside and thought to test them? Hell, you found

panties with a strange man’s c um on them and you never thought to talk

to divorce? G od,

so shocked right now. I’m sure that I need to sit down judging from how my head is reeling and

gardener’s semen on my

I’m not going to back down from this fight. No amount

relationship over petty jealousy. And what’s even worse is that, from the sound of it,

fulfill some sort of sick

unperturbed. “I was already

seemed to be putting on your cutest outfits to see

your ti ts together, sticking

and thinking that women are always acting sl utty, trying

any of those things, and you were just being an

reasons to make yourself

sighs, his shoulders sagging slightly.

but that doesn’t change the last few years.

victim in this whole situation. None of this was my fault, and

the bad guy. She told Adam

passes his hand over his

up. She still thinks you cheated. I told her that back when I was convinced it was

I murmur, blinking back the tears

things straight

but think of Jimmy, and all

your

I told Tiffany because she noticed me spiraling and demanded to

you. No one

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”