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.

but there’s also an underlying tone

hesitate.

explain something you

as though reading

you. But…”

run back

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

think

can stop myself, “everyone seems to

decide to end things with Adam, I want

to jump from

she responds, a hint of hurt evident. “Okay, Abby.

know how we

me. I didn’t mean to snap.

just… it’s been

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

about one of our weekly tea dates?

those.”

pastries?” Leah teases. “It’s

me. “Thanks, Leah.

me wrapped in my own thoughts

one last

…

casts long, delicate shadows

shroud. There’s a sense of stillness,

counter, cradling a half-filled glass of white

providing a faint comfort.

a melancholy tune that matches my mood

tables, the floor recently mopped, and a faint aroma of citrus

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

scene missing its central

haunt me.

has formed overnight, swallowing the joy

relationship once held.

my tumultuous thoughts, I hardly notice the

and for a split second, everything

“Adam.”

and inviting, look heavy with emotion. There’s

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

little to alleviate

doing here?” The surprise in my

says, carefully taking the seat next

a single spark

gather my thoughts. The cool liquid does little to temper the

“I don’t know if tonight’s