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

I

reason you left me? Because you thought I cheated on you?”

f

“Abby–”

mad, Karl, I could kill you. I really

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

“I’m just telling you how I feel.”

a step back. If he thinks he can fix this with

a hug, then he’s

he says. “For a long time, I did think you

That’s why

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

means it’s time to get back together. I’m honestly

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

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

found a pair of your panties

found a pair of my panties outside and thought to test

on them and you never thought to talk to

to jump straight to divorce? G od, that’s

sure that I need to sit down

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

this fight. No amount of groveling

even worse is that, from the sound of it,

some sort of

was already suspicious,”

seemed to

ti ts together, sticking your

with you and thinking that

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

for reasons to

sighs, his shoulders sagging slightly. “I

that doesn’t change

acting like you’re the victim in this whole situation. None of this was

guy. She told Adam

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

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

make it okay,” I murmur, blinking back the tears

set things straight

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

your staff,

Tiffany

No one else knows the reason we

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”