Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 32: Abby Confronts Karl
Abby

One of his guards is standing at the front door, and his eyebrows go up when he sees me. I recognize

him from back in the day. Jimmy, if I’m remembering right. We never interacted much. He was still new

when we got our divorce. Does he know why Karl left me? Do all his staff think I cheated and wronged

him? G od, I can’t believe this is happening.

“I’m here to see Karl,” I bite out.

“I’ll take you,” he says, his eyebrows shooting up at my tone. Hopefully, he knows my anger isn’t

directed at him. I can’t even rein it in enough to be mildly pleasant.

He leads me to Karl’s office, knocking softly on the door.

“Yes?” Karl calls.

“Ms. Abby, here to see you.”

I refrain at the last moment from rolling my eyes. Jimmy’s just doing his job. He’s not the one who

deserves to have his head bitten off. I force myself to wait until Karl says to let me in, before I stomp

into the room, practically closing the door in Jimmy’s face. I’ll have to remember to apologize to him

later when I’m not so angry.

Karl is lounging in his office chair, a crystal glass balanced on his lap. There’s some sort of brown liquid

inside. Probably Scotch, but it could be Bourbon. Based on what I can see of the bar cart, he’s got

both.

“You such a f ucking as shole,” I start. I figure it’s a pretty good opening for what I have to say.

His eyebrows shoot up, mimicking Jimmy. They look sort of alike, come to think of it. Same wavy hair.

Same chocolate brown eyes. Same bewildered look on their faces.

“Pardon?”

“I just found out that I apparently screwed the gardener when we were together,” I hiss. “Now this is

news to me, but maybe there’s something you know that I don’t. So enlighten me.”

He puts down his glass and stands up. “Abby–”

“Shut up,” I snap. “I can’t believe you told Tiffany I cheated on you.” He winces slightly. “Who else have

exactly? All our

but I don’t let

me? Because you thought I cheated on you?” My

“Are you f

“Abby–”

kill you. I really could. I think I

little, but he

spit. “I’m just telling you how

around the desk. I take a step back. If he thinks he can fix

expression and a hug, then he’s got another thing

a long time, I did think

that’s why you wanted a divorce? That’s why you were so cold at the

to look a little regretful. It’s all coming together

that means it’s time to get back

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

and I glare at him. “Abby, please. You

and I found a pair of your panties

“You found a pair of my panties outside and thought to test them? Hell, you

a strange man’s c um on them and you never thought to

to

now. I’m sure that I need to sit down judging from how my head

sick from picturing the gardener’s semen on my underwear.

to back down from this fight. No amount of groveling

what’s even worse is that, from the sound of

my panties to fulfill some sort of sick

was already suspicious,” he

together. And you always seemed to be putting on your

together, sticking your

out, grimacing. “What is with you and thinking that women are always acting sl utty, trying

f ucked? I can guarantee I never did any of those things, and you were just being an insecure pr

was just hunting for reasons to make yourself

his shoulders sagging slightly.

but that doesn’t change the last few

this whole situation. None of this was my

the bad guy. She told Adam I’m disloyal,” I

hand over his face. “I’m sorry. I forgot to tell

I told her

murmur, blinking back the tears that

set things straight with

help but

your

no. I told Tiffany because

I left you. No one

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”