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 friends? Our family? What

I don’t let him cut

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

you f u cking

“Abby–”

could kill you. I

falls a little, but he quickly masks his

spit. “I’m just telling you how

shakes his head and walks around the desk. I take a step back. If he thinks he can fix this

a hug, then he’s got another thing

a long time, I did think

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

to look a

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

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

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

your panties in the garden. They had

outside and thought to test them?

them and you never thought to talk to me about

straight to divorce? G od, that’s

I need to

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

fight. No amount of groveling

And what’s even worse is that, from the sound

some sort of sick sex-fantasy. It

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

friendly together. And you always seemed to be putting on your cutest

ts together, sticking your as s

you and thinking that women

can guarantee I never did any of those

was just hunting for reasons to make yourself even

sagging slightly. “I know

change

the victim in this whole situation.

thinks I’m the bad guy. She told

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

told her that back when I was convinced it was

it okay,” I murmur, blinking back

things

can’t help but think of Jimmy, and all

all your

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

one

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”