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?

shakes his head, but I don’t let

you thought I cheated on

“Are you f u cking

“Abby–”

I really could. I think I might hate

he quickly masks

I spit. “I’m just telling

walks around the desk. I take a step back.

expression and a hug, then

he says. “For a long time,

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

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

cheat, that means it’s time to get back

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

at him. “Abby, please. You

found a pair of your panties in the

found a pair of my panties outside and thought to test them?

c um on them and you never thought to

straight to

so shocked right now. I’m sure that I need to

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

No amount of groveling is going

And what’s even

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

was already suspicious,” he says simply. “You two

you always seemed to be putting on your cutest outfits to

ti ts together,

blurt out, grimacing. “What is with you and

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

for reasons to make

sighs, his shoulders sagging slightly.

change the last few years. You don’t

you’re the victim in this

thinks I’m the bad guy. She told Adam

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

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

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

things straight with

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

all your staff,

“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.”