Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 35: Karl’s Idea
Abby

I weave through the tables, greeting my customers. A lot of my regulars are here tonight, and I stop at

Emily’s table. She’s here with her friends, Lunas like her. I know most of them from when Karl and I

were married.

Emily looks up at me, and I plaster on a smile. “Hi, dear,” she says, her tone as patronizing as ever.

“Wonderful food tonight.”

She gestures to her empty plate, and I wave over Freddy. He walks to us. “Clear these,” I say. He nods

and takes their plates away.

“He’s yummy,” one of her friends says, watching him stride away.

“He sure is,” Emily agrees.

She looks up at me and I force a smile. “Is there anything I can get for you guys?”

“No, dear. We’re just finishing up our drinks.” She lifts her martini to her lips and takes a sip.

“We were just talking about the Alpha party,” her friend Lauren adds. We used to make polite chit-chat

with each other at Alpha events. Now she looks at me like I’m miles beneath her. It makes my anger

flare. Luckily, I’ve gotten good at hiding my feelings, and I don’t think my smile changes when my gaze

lands on her.

“Oh, that should be fun,” I say.

“It’s really too bad you won’t be there,” Emily replies. “We miss having you at all these events.”

I seriously doubt she misses it at all. I don’t bother to tell her she might actually see me there. I’m

assuming Karl still plans to take me, but I haven’t inquired recently. We’re not exactly on good terms

stuffy party with him doesn’t

to

wonder what they’ll think if they see us there together.

wrong impression because that’s never going to happen, especially

with your drinks if there’s

says, giving me a

enough to hear Lauren’s cutting remark.

them giggles. “Karl really did a number on her.” If only they knew

feet away, cleaning

move on to the next table. That last remark stays

back to the kitchen. It was a well-aimed blow. Karl

he is, finishing

my eyes at

attracted I am to him, it’s

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Karl

glare and stack the

Until they bring a new stack, there’s really nothing for me

use

shoveling food into the garbage, but

my last conversation with Abby, I’m sort of worried that she’s

always knew that she would replace me, eventually, but I

things right

chopping block.

break,” I say to Jack. He nods. Things have slowed down a

if I disappear

the breakroom, going straight for my locker where I keep

locker, and I pull

a menial task is that it’s given me a lot of time to

pushing bits of steak into the garbage earlier.

if not more, than Abby is his job. He’s obsessed with it. He

a bit

the perfect thing for me to exploit. And if

a choice. If he agrees to leave her, then