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 tone that makes

hesitate.

silent. How do you explain something you don’t fully

though reading my thoughts. “Listen, Abby.

behind you. But…” she pauses for a

to run back to

me. Why does everyone

they think

seems to believe I’ll just fall

nothing between us. And besides, if I do decide to

don’t need to jump

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

You know how we all feel about

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

me. “It’s just…

the warmth returning to her voice. “I know,

smile tugs at my lips. “How about one

those.”

pastries?” Leah teases. “It’s

me. “Thanks, Leah. It means

me wrapped in my own thoughts once again. With a sigh,

for one last

…

ambient lighting casts long, delicate shadows across

of stillness, like the world has paused just for

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

providing a faint comfort.

speakers, a melancholy tune that matches my mood perfectly.

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

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

crafted scene missing

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

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

relationship once held.

notice the tap on my shoulder until the

for a split second, everything

“Adam.”

look heavy with emotion.

palpable tension that immediately sets me

does little to alleviate the storm of emotions brewing within

in my voice

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

as if a single spark could

to gather my thoughts. The cool liquid does little

don’t know if