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

his head, but I don’t let

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

“Are you f u

“Abby–”

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

a little, but he

spit. “I’m just

head and walks around the desk. I take a step back. If he thinks he

a hug, then he’s got another thing

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

a divorce? That’s why you

the decency to look a

time to get back

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

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

panties in

sick. “You found a pair of my panties outside and thought to test them?

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

to divorce? G od, that’s

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

the gardener’s semen on my

to back down from this fight. No amount of

relationship over petty jealousy. And what’s even worse is that, from the sound of it,

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

already suspicious,” he says

to be

ts together, sticking

grimacing. “What is with you and thinking that women are always acting

any of those things,

just hunting for reasons

sagging slightly. “I know that

doesn’t change the last few years. You

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

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

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

cheated. I told her that back when I

it okay,” I murmur, blinking back the tears that are threatening to

set things straight with

help but

your

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

No one else knows the reason we

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”