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?

I don’t let him cut

the reason you left me? Because you thought

“Are you f u cking

“Abby–”

I really could. I think I

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

not?” I spit. “I’m just telling you

take a step back. If he

hug, then

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

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

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

I didn’t cheat, that means it’s time to

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

forward, and I glare at him. “Abby,

pair of your panties in the garden. They had his semen

a pair of my panties outside

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

straight to

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

gardener’s semen on

this fight. No amount of

ruined our relationship over petty jealousy. And what’s even

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

appears mostly unperturbed. “I was already suspicious,”

so… friendly together. And you always seemed to

ti ts together, sticking your as

with you and

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

just hunting for reasons to make yourself even more

shoulders sagging slightly.

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

this whole situation. None of this

thinks I’m the bad guy.

hand over his

still thinks you cheated. I told her that back when

back

things

help but

your staff,

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

No one else

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”