Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 44: The Truth
Abby

The door to my office clicks shut, its noise echoing in the room, serving as a final punctuation to Karl’s

exit.

I watch him go, and the residue of our past, thick with pain and longing, clings to me, making it hard to

breathe.

A sigh escapes me as I lean back into my chair, the cool leather pressing against my back, providing a

temporary relief.

The whiff of the past and our complicated relationship is still strong in the air. Passing a hand over my

face, I let the sensation of touch distract me momentarily. How I wish things could be different, simpler.

But my heart is still entangled with Adam’s, and the thought of ending it leaves me adrift in a sea of

uncertainty. I haven’t made my decision yet; I love Adam. He’s been my rock for a long time now. We

have plenty in common, and he’s sweet and caring…

But he just doesn’t seem to have the same passion for me as I would hope he would. He’s sweet, yes,

but I don’t feel like a priority in his life.

I want him to want me; I want him to get angry and jealous over Karl, I want him to have sex with me, I

want him to show up when he says he will because he can’t get enough of me. And yet here I am, a

ring on my finger, and he can hardly make time for me. It makes me feel worthless.

Then there’s Karl. Sweet Karl. He’s changed so much recently. He’s become kinder, more

understanding. He still has his rough edges, his undeniable Alpha attitude, but that’s what I like about

him.

But he divorced me. His words may be dripping with sweetness now, but nothing can erase that fact.

My phone vibrates on my desk, its sudden intrusion breaking through my thoughts. The screen displays

Leah’s name. Picking it up, I answer, “Hey.”

“Abby, Chloe told me about what happened. Not just with Adam, but… your burn. Are you okay?”

I glance down at my arm, the scarlet mark still raw and angry. “I’m fine now. Got the burn taken care

of,” I reply, attempting to sound more upbeat than I feel.

voice is laced with concern, but there’s also an underlying

hesitate.

explain something you don’t fully

the other end, as though reading my thoughts. “Listen, Abby.

Adam, know that I’m behind you. But…” she

to run back to

courses through me. Why does everyone assume I’d

think of

myself, “everyone seems to

to end things with Adam, I want to

need to

voice is soft when she responds, a hint of hurt evident. “Okay, Abby. I was just looking out

how we all feel

over me. I didn’t mean to snap. “I’m

me. “It’s just… it’s been

voice. “I

smile tugs at my lips. “How about one of our weekly tea dates? With Chloe too? I’ve

those.”

Chloe, and an avalanche of pastries?” Leah

“Thanks, Leah. It means

in my own thoughts once again. With a sigh, I

to the bar for one last drink

…

ambient lighting casts long, delicate shadows across

There’s a sense of stillness, like the world has paused just

a half-filled glass of

providing a faint comfort.

a melancholy

the floor recently mopped, and a faint

hangs in the air. The setting is pristine, almost picture-perfect, but it

scene missing its central

memories of last night still haunt me.

has formed

relationship once held.

I hardly notice the tap

for a split second,

“Adam.”

familiar eyes, usually so warm and inviting, look heavy with emotion. There’s a weight to

that immediately sets me on edge. The bar’s ambient lighting

it does little to

in my voice

Abby,” he says, carefully taking the seat next to me. The space between

if a single spark

my wine to gather my thoughts. The

emotions. “I don’t know