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

exactly? All our friends? Our

but I don’t let him

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

f u

“Abby–”

kill you. I really could. I think I might hate

a little, but he quickly masks his expression.

I spit. “I’m just telling you

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

and a hug, then he’s got

he says. “For a long

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

At least he has the decency to look a little

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

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

forward, and I glare at him. “Abby, please. You were always

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

panties outside and thought to test them? Hell, you found a pair

with a strange man’s c um on them and

jump straight to

that I need to sit down judging from how my head

the gardener’s semen

back down from this fight. No amount of groveling is going to

even worse is that, from the sound of

some sort of sick

was already

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

ti ts together, sticking your as

you and thinking that women are always acting sl

did any of those things, and you were just being

hunting for reasons to make yourself even

sagging slightly. “I know that

doesn’t change the last

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

guy. She told Adam I’m disloyal,”

lets out a huff and passes his hand over his face.

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

okay,” I murmur, blinking back

things

help but think of Jimmy, and all the others. “So, did

all your staff,

shakes his head. “Abby, no. I told Tiffany because

you. No one

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”