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.

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

hesitate.

explain something you don’t fully

as though reading my thoughts. “Listen, Abby. Whatever

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

run

Why does everyone assume I’d go running back to

they think of

myself, “everyone seems to

decide to end things with Adam, I want to be

need to jump from

is soft when she responds, a hint of hurt evident. “Okay,

we all

to snap. “I’m sorry, Leah,” I say, exhaustion

on me. “It’s just… it’s

returning to her voice. “I know, Abby. It’s

“How about one of our weekly

those.”

Leah

Leah.

own thoughts once again. With a sigh, I decide to

bar for one last drink before heading

…

casts long, delicate shadows across the bar, wrapping

a sense of stillness, like the world has paused

counter, cradling a half-filled

providing a faint comfort.

filters through the speakers, a

floor recently mopped, and a faint aroma of

air. The setting is pristine, almost picture-perfect, but it feels hollow tonight. Like

scene missing

still haunt me. Adam’s biting words, the

feels like a chasm has formed overnight, swallowing the joy and

relationship once held.

my tumultuous thoughts, I hardly notice the tap on

turn, and for a split second, everything

“Adam.”

and inviting, look heavy with emotion.

a palpable tension that immediately sets me on edge. The bar’s ambient

but it does little to alleviate the storm of emotions

in my voice is unmistakable, the

taking the seat next to me. The space

single spark could

a moment, sipping my wine to gather my thoughts.

emotions. “I don’t know if tonight’s