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

All our

head, but I don’t

that the reason you left me? Because you thought I

you f u

“Abby–”

I really could. I

but he

I spit. “I’m just telling

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

hug, then he’s got another

he says. “For a long

you wanted a divorce? That’s

least he has the decency to look a

time to get back together.

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

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

pair of your panties

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

c um on them and you never thought to talk to me

straight to divorce? G od,

so shocked right now. I’m sure that I need to sit down judging

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

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

even

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

“I was already suspicious,” he says simply. “You two

together. And you always seemed to be putting on

together, sticking your as s

with you and thinking that women are always acting sl

any of those things, and you were just being an

reasons to make

shoulders sagging slightly. “I know

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

you’re the victim in this whole situation. None

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

passes his hand over his face. “I’m sorry. I

thinks you cheated. I told her that back

it okay,” I murmur, blinking back

set things straight

fix everything.” I can’t help but think of Jimmy, and all the

all your

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

No one else knows

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”