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

shakes his head, but I

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

“Are you f u

“Abby–”

mad, Karl, I could kill you. I really could. I think I

he

I spit. “I’m just telling you

head and walks around the desk. I take a step

a hug, then he’s got another

“For a long time, I

you wanted a divorce? That’s why

At least he has the decency to look a little regretful. It’s

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.”

I glare at him.

a pair of your panties in the garden. They had his semen on

of my panties outside and thought to

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

straight to divorce? G

sure that I need to sit

from picturing the gardener’s semen on my underwear.

to back down from this fight. No amount

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

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

however, appears mostly unperturbed. “I was already suspicious,” he

together. And you always seemed to

ts together, sticking

you and thinking that women are always acting sl

can guarantee I never did any of those things, and you were

reasons

sagging slightly. “I know

Karl, but that doesn’t change the

victim in this whole situation. None of this was my

the bad guy. She told

hand over his face. “I’m sorry. I forgot to tell her

you cheated. I told her that back when I was

it okay,” I murmur, blinking back the tears

things

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

all your

told Tiffany

No one else

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”