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.

with concern, but there’s also an underlying

hesitate.

How do you explain something you don’t

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

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

to run back

of irritation courses through me. Why does everyone assume I’d go running

think of

myself, “everyone seems to

us. And besides, if I do decide to end things with Adam, I want to be

while. I don’t need to jump

is soft when she responds, a hint of hurt

know how we all feel

to snap.

just… it’s

the warmth returning to her voice. “I know, Abby.

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

those.”

Leah teases.

“Thanks, Leah. It means a

own thoughts

one last

…

delicate shadows across the

ethereal, intimate shroud. There’s a sense of stillness, like the world has paused just for me.

a half-filled

providing a faint comfort.

the speakers, a melancholy tune that matches my mood perfectly.

turned up on the tables, the floor recently mopped, and a faint aroma

hangs in the air. The setting is pristine,

crafted scene missing its central

night still haunt me. Adam’s biting words, the

has formed overnight, swallowing the

relationship once held.

by my tumultuous thoughts, I hardly notice

more persistent. I turn, and for a

“Adam.”

and inviting, look heavy

sets me on edge. The bar’s ambient

does little to alleviate the storm of emotions

here?” The surprise in my voice is unmistakable, the hurt

to see you, Abby,” he says, carefully taking the seat next

if a single

gather my thoughts. The

emotions. “I don’t know