She hit her two month mark of pregnancy when Stan arrived home from his business trip. He barely noticed a change in her demeanor as he kissed her cheek and handed her a diamond ring, a gift from his trip. She smiled and thanked him, but wondered whether or not she should accept the gift. She knew she had to tell him. She just didn't know how.

After a few words were exchanged, Stan retreated to his office to go over some bills and make a few calls. He was only going to be home for a few days before he would leave again for more business. It was when he began opening the mail that Karen quietly made her way into the office. She had to tell him before she lost the courage.

"Stanly, can we have a serious conversation?" He opened the electric bill and nodded, half-listening. She licked her lips and sat in a chair across from him, pulling her legs up and holding them in front of her. She looked at her pedicure, noticing some chipped paint on her pinky toenail. "Well, I've been trying to think of a way to say this…"

"Would you like a martini?" He picked up another letter and opened it, still not placing his eyes on her.

"No, thank you. I can't." He unfolded the letter and began to read. "I just wanted to tell you that, I'm going to…honey, why are you looking at me like that?" His eyes were cold as he was suddenly staring at her. She could see the different flecks of green, contrasting with the maple color of his eyes, and it made her even more nervous than before.

"This is the bill from your gynecologist visit and the list of blood tests you took." Her heart began to beat faster, pounding within her chest. "I know this can't be right because we haven't had sex since…"

"I'm pregnant." He looked down to his desk, softly laying the bill in front of him. "I didn't want to hurt you, honey." He slammed his fist on the wooden piece of furniture in front of him, causing her to jump. He stood and looked into her eyes. She had never seen that look from him before.

"Of course, you didn't want to hurt me. That was the furthest thing from your mind when you were fucking some other man!" His voice rose and she stood in front of him, fully knowing that she deserved to be yelled at. "When are you getting rid of it?"

"I'm not." She couldn't look at him. She knew that his anger would overpower his mind at her words. It felt as if she were a child, being scolded for hitting their younger sibling or playing basketball in the house.

"You're going to flaunt this mistake in front of everyone? You're going to make a fool of me, more than you already have?" She snapped, meeting his gaze with anger in her eyes.

"What about you? I've had to put up with the looks, the gossiping behind my back for years. You've cheated on me more times than I can even count, Stan. Don't talk to me like you're the innocent one in this situation. You were gone, I had sex with someone, once, and this is what happened. I'm not the only one at fault here." He took a deep breath, calming himself. He knew that they had to speak rationally in order for the conversation to remain level between them. She was right.

"Is it too late to say I'm sorry?" His whisper caught her off guard. She met his eyes, noticing that they were glossy.

"No, it isn't too late to say it, but, honey, it's too late to really matter." A tear fell from her eye, unexpectedly, and she sniffled. A scoff escaped her lips and she ran a hand through her hair. "How did we get here, Stan?"

"I don't know." Their eyes met and he leaned forward to pull her into a hug. She accepted his embrace, knowing that it would be the last time they would be in that situation. He ran his large hands over her back and placed a kiss to the top of her head, taking in the scent of her shampoo. "I'll pack my things, and we can talk about money later."

"I want half of everything." She pulled away from his arms, rebuilding her walls. She held her head high, waiting for him to yell at her. It was a lot to ask, she knew, but she couldn't support herself and her baby on whatever Grace would pay her at the office. She needed to fight like a businesswoman, regardless of the circumstances.

"Are you going to call Will or should I?" His question surprised her. Was he actually considering splitting everything down the middle, fifty-fifty? "You look shocked." He took one of her hands in his. "Pregnancy or not, we are both at fault for everything that happened to our marriage, like you said. You helped me build my businesses. You deserve half of the credit."

"Who gets the manse?" She wasn't folding so quickly. It was as if she wanted to fight with him, get him to start an argument for a petty reason. He only shrugged.

"You do." She narrowed her eyes, suspiciously. "Don't ask why, Karen. Just accept it."

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She walked into his office, ready to face him and their situation. She needed to give her final signature on her divorce papers, and she figured she should tell him about the pregnancy while she was there. However, her plan was quickly forgotten when she found him with a man, in a tight embrace.

"Karen, what are you doing here?" He hurriedly pulled away from the man, as if he were embarrassed for her to see. She shrugged and closed the door behind her.

"You asked me to sign my divorce papers today, honey. Don't you remember?"

"Oh, of course, come here." He waved her over to his desk where she picked up a pen and signed her name. Meanwhile, Will and his friend said their goodbyes, arranging to meet at a coffee shop the next day for lunch. She sighed and turned around, finding him staring at her. "Are you okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" He held up her divorce papers and raised an eyebrow. "Honey, I think everybody knew it was coming. It doesn't hurt." She began to walk away, but he took her hand in his to stop her. She faced him, unsure of where the conversation was headed.

"Listen, I know we both feel awkward around each other right now, but if you ever need to talk I'll be here."

"I know, honey. Thanks." She gave him a small smile, knowing that she was about to crush the warm moment. But she had one question first. "Honey, are you seeing that guy who just left?"

"We've been on a few dates. Why?" She smiled and shook her head. He was dating and looked happy. Happiness was a thing that Will had always had trouble finding, and she wasn't about to ruin that.

"Never mind." She patted his cheek with her hand and walked out the door. Perhaps she could wait a little longer.