Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 155

I found myself sitting at my desk, a weighty leather bound folder sitting in front of me. “Gianna, Gerald, come in,” I called out, prepared to reveal my discoveries and see how it all unfolded.

They walked in, and it was then that I saw it: they really did look like father and daughter. I was surprised that I had never noticed it before, but now it was clear as day. They had the same eyes, the same nose, the same lips.

“Thank you for coming,” I said, gesturing to the two chairs across from my desk. “Take a seat.”

With looks of mild surprise and confusion on their faces, they sat. Leading up to this point, I had kept up an air of benevolence; and yet, all the while, I had been doing my own detective work. I gestured to the leather bound folder sitting on my desk, and cast my eyes on Gianna.

“You’ll want to read what is inside,” I said.

Gianna hesitated, then slowly reached across the desk. My heart almost seemed to stop momentarily as she opened the folder. Her eyes widened, her mouth a small ‘o’ of disbelief.

“What is this?” she asked, her eyes slowly raising to meet mine.

I sneered at her. “You see, I got a little suspicious about the other night,” I said, standing. “So, I decided to do my own digging. You really shouldn’t be sending such incriminating emails over your work email, Gianna. Did you think I would never exercise my right to look?”

Her face went ashen, the blood draining away like water down a sink.

The emails were damning—countless emails from Abby, begging my secretary to fit her into my schedule. My own wife, being forced to make an appointment to see me?

But that wasn’t the most damning email by far. No, it got much worse than that.

Among the emails was a proposition to our gardener, back when Abby and I were still together. A proposition to take a pair of Abby’s underwear, violate them, and leave them in the garden for everyone to find, all in return for a sum of money, with the most recent email from the gardener: