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

to, exactly? All our friends? Our

his head, but I don’t let him cut

that the reason you left me? Because you thought I cheated

f u

“Abby–”

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

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

not?” I spit. “I’m just telling you how

the desk. I take a step

a hug, then he’s got another

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

That’s why you

decency to look a little

cheat, that means it’s time to get back together. I’m honestly so

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

glare at him. “Abby, please.

pair of your panties

outside and thought

man’s c um on them and you never thought to

to divorce? G

that I need to sit down judging from how my head is reeling and

the gardener’s semen on my underwear. But instead, I stand

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

over petty jealousy. And what’s even worse is

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

already suspicious,”

always seemed to be putting on your cutest outfits to see

together, sticking your as s

I blurt out, grimacing. “What is with you and

can guarantee I never did any of those things, and you were just being

just hunting for reasons to make yourself

shoulders sagging slightly. “I know that

Karl, but that doesn’t change the last few years. You don’t

like you’re the victim in this whole situation.

bad guy. She told Adam I’m

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

her that back

okay,” I murmur, blinking back the tears that

things

but

your

no. I told Tiffany

No one else knows the reason

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”