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

telling this to, exactly? All our friends? Our family? What about your

I don’t let

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

you f u

“Abby–”

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

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

I spit. “I’m just telling you

I take a step back. If he thinks he can

a hug, then he’s got another

I’m sorry,” he says. “For a long time, I did

wanted a divorce? That’s why

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

means it’s time

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

at him. “Abby, please. You were always so

your panties in the

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

a strange man’s c um on them and you

to jump straight to divorce?

shocked right now. I’m sure that I need to sit down judging from how my

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

fight. No amount

ruined our relationship over petty jealousy. And what’s even worse is that,

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

“I was already suspicious,” he says

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

your ti ts together, sticking your as

and thinking that women are always acting sl

guarantee I never did any of

for reasons to make yourself

shoulders sagging slightly.

that doesn’t change the last few years. You don’t get to just

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

I’m the bad guy.

over his face. “I’m sorry. I forgot

told her that back

back the tears that are threatening

set things straight

but think of Jimmy, and all the

all your staff,

“Abby, no. I told Tiffany because she noticed me spiraling and

left you. No one else knows

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”