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

All our friends? Our family? What about

shakes his head, but I

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

you f u cking

“Abby–”

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

falls a little, but he quickly masks his

“I’m just telling you how I

around the desk. I take a step back. If he thinks he can

expression and a hug, then

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

divorce? That’s why you were so cold at

decency to look a little regretful. It’s all coming together now.

it’s time to get back

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

and I glare at him. “Abby, please. You were always

found a pair of your panties in the garden. They

a pair of my panties outside and thought to

c um on them and you never thought to talk to me about

to divorce?

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

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

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

And what’s even worse

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

already suspicious,” he says simply. “You

always seemed to be putting on

your ti ts together, sticking your as

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

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

just hunting for reasons to make

his shoulders sagging slightly. “I know

great for you Karl, but that doesn’t change

victim in this whole situation. None of this

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

his hand over his

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

murmur, blinking back the tears that are

things

because that will fix everything.” I can’t help but think of

your

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

left you. No one else

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”