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

our friends? Our family? What about

his head, but I don’t let him

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

“Are you f u cking kidding

“Abby–”

could kill you. I really could. I think I might

he quickly masks

I spit. “I’m just telling you how

I take a

a hug, then he’s got another thing

says. “For a long time, I did think you

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

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

that means it’s time to get back together.

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

at him.

a pair of your panties in the garden.

outside and thought to test them? Hell, you

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

to divorce?

to sit down judging

gardener’s semen

No amount of groveling is going to

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

fulfill some sort of sick

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

friendly together. And you always seemed to be putting

ti ts together, sticking your as

blurt out, grimacing. “What is with you and thinking that women are always acting sl

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

was just hunting for reasons to

sagging slightly. “I

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

like you’re the victim in this whole situation. None of this was my fault, and

bad guy.

and passes his hand over his face. “I’m sorry.

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

murmur, blinking back the tears that are threatening to

things straight with

will fix everything.” I can’t help but think of Jimmy, and all the others.

your

Tiffany because she noticed

No one else knows the reason

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”