#Chapter 243: Pot Meet Kettle

Abby After watching Karl leave, I feel like I’m still in a state of shock. Karl was never the type to volunteer back when we were married. I can actually remember one specific instance when I volunteered for an event and asked Karl to come along. His response was anything but enthusiastic. He flat out refused, claiming that volunteering was “below his pay grade” as an Alpha. He argued that he had more important things to do, like attending meetings and dealing with important paperwork. But now, it seems as if Karl’s stance on volunteering has done a complete 180. It’s a little fishy if you ask me. I can’t help but wonder if he has some ulterior motives for this sudden change or if he’s genuinely evolving as a person. As I'm lost in thought wandering downstairs to the kitchen, I suddenly run into Marcus. He’s carrying a box and seems to be on his way out of the house. “Hey, Abby,” he says as he passes. “Need anything?” I greet him with a slight smile. “No,” I reply,