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.

concern, but there’s also an

hesitate.

How do you explain something you don’t

on the other end, as though

that I’m behind you. But…”

to run back

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

they think

before I can stop myself, “everyone seems to

to end things with Adam, I want to

don’t need to jump

she responds, a hint of hurt evident.

know how we

didn’t mean to snap. “I’m sorry,

just… it’s been

voice. “I know,

“How about one of our weekly

those.”

Chloe, and an avalanche of pastries?” Leah teases. “It’s

“Thanks, Leah. It means a

thoughts

for one last drink

…

fading ambient lighting casts long, delicate shadows

sense of stillness, like the world has paused just for me.

mahogany counter, cradling a half-filled glass of white wine,

providing a faint comfort.

speakers, a melancholy tune that matches my mood perfectly.

the tables, the floor recently

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

missing its central

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

a chasm has formed overnight, swallowing

relationship once held.

hardly notice the tap on my shoulder until the

more persistent. I turn, and for a split

“Adam.”

and inviting, look heavy

immediately sets me on edge. The bar’s ambient

it does little to alleviate the storm

in my voice is unmistakable, the hurt even

taking the

if a single spark could ignite

my wine to gather my thoughts.

“I don’t know if tonight’s the