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? What about

I don’t let him cut

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

“Are you f u cking

“Abby–”

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

he quickly masks his expression. “Don’t say

spit. “I’m just telling you

and walks around the desk. I take a step back. If he

hug, then

“For a long time, I

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

he has the decency to look a

time to get back together. I’m honestly so angry

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

and I glare at him. “Abby,

panties in

panties outside and thought to test them? Hell,

um on them and you never thought to talk to me

straight to divorce? G od, that’s

sure that I need to sit down judging from how my head

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

to back down from this fight. No

And what’s even worse is that, from the

sort of sick sex-fantasy. It

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

so… friendly together. And you always seemed to be putting on your

your ti ts together, sticking your as s

and thinking that women are

I never did any of those things, and you were just being an insecure

reasons

his shoulders sagging slightly. “I

that’s great for you Karl, but that doesn’t change the last few years. You don’t get to

in this whole situation. None of this was my fault, and

guy. She told Adam I’m disloyal,”

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

her that back when

blinking back the tears that

things straight with

help but think

all your

told Tiffany because she noticed me spiraling and demanded

you. No one else knows the reason

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”