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

been telling this to, exactly? All our friends? Our family?

but I don’t

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

“Are you f u cking

“Abby–”

I could kill you. I really could.

but he quickly masks

not?” I spit. “I’m just telling you

walks around the desk. I take a step back. If he thinks he can fix this with

then he’s got

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

why you wanted a divorce? That’s why you were so cold at the

has the decency to look a little regretful. It’s all coming together now. I guess

means it’s time to get back together. I’m honestly

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

takes another step forward, and I glare at him.

your panties in the garden. They had

sick. “You found a pair of my panties outside and thought

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

to divorce? G

right now. I’m sure that I need to sit down judging from how my head is reeling and

gardener’s semen on my underwear. But

to back down from this fight. No amount of groveling

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

fulfill some sort of sick sex-fantasy. It makes me

appears mostly unperturbed. “I was already suspicious,” he says simply. “You

you always seemed to be putting on

ts together, sticking your

you and thinking that women are

did any of those things, and you were just being an insecure

for reasons to make

sighs, his shoulders sagging slightly.

change the last

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

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

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

cheated. I told her that back when I was convinced

make it okay,” I murmur, blinking back the

things straight with

but think of Jimmy, and

your

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

I left you. No one

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”