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?

head, but I don’t let him

left me? Because you thought I

f u cking

“Abby–”

so mad, Karl, I could kill you. I

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

“I’m just

his head and walks around the desk. I take a step back.

then he’s got

says. “For a long time, I

you wanted a divorce? That’s why

he has the decency to look a little regretful. It’s all coming

cheat, that means it’s time

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

takes another step forward, and I glare at

pair of your panties in

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

them and you never thought to talk to

to divorce? G od, that’s

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

semen on my underwear. But

not going to back down from this fight. No amount of groveling is going to fix the

ruined our relationship over petty jealousy. And what’s even worse is that, from

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

was already suspicious,”

so… friendly together. And you always seemed to be putting

ts together, sticking your as s

with you and thinking that

of those things,

reasons to make

shoulders sagging slightly.

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

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

the bad guy. She told Adam

his hand over his face. “I’m

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

murmur, blinking back the tears that are

set things

but think of

all your

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

left you. No one else knows the

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”