A few evenings later, Will was sitting at his desk in the guest house going over some paperwork as the sun set when he realized that there was a document that Stan hadn't signed that he needed to send out first thing in the morning. Will tapped his pen against the desk, aggravated, and looked at the clock. It was only 8, so he figured Stan would still be in his office.

He hurried across the courtyard to the side door that he knew led into the wing of the house that Stan's office was in. Will closed the door behind him and strode down the hall to the office. He stopped a few feet in front of it when he heard raised voices. The door was cracked open a few inches, and he could barely make out the right side of Karen's body, her back to him.

She was standing and gesturing wildly with the hand he could see through the opening in the door as she spoke to Stan.

"…sex with her?!" Karen exclaimed – Will only caught the tail end of her sentence, but it was enough for him to guess what this argument was about, and probably the whole reason they were on the island. Stan spoke next.

"I don't know…it just happened!"

"It 'just happened', Stan?"

"Yes, it just happened!" Stan reiterated. Will watched as part of Stan came into view and Karen shifted her posture. She leaned forward slightly, and reached her hand up to rub her face, giving her time to think before she spoke again.

"Honestly, that just makes this situation even worse," she told Stan at a more normal volume.

"What? Why? Isn't that a good thing? I'm telling you it's not because I don't love you anymore!" Stan answered. He was still shouting as he moved more into Will's line of vision. Will could now see Stan's face, but Stan was so focused on Karen in front of him that Will wasn't worried about being seen.

"No! That's horrible! If it was because of something I had done, or something I wasn't doing for you, then we could fix this!" Karen shouted back. "But if it just happened – and you don't know why – then there's nothing to fix and it could just as easily happen again!"

"Well Karen, what the fuck do you want me to do about it?" Stan yelled, throwing his hands up angrily.

"I DON'T KNOW!" Karen yelled back, moving towards Stan and throwing her arms up, mirroring his.

Just then, Stan looked up from Karen's eyes and met Will's gaze on the other side of the door. His face became livid as he slowly lowered his arms and continued to stare at Will. Will was frozen to the spot.

"What are you – " Karen asked Stan, her voice softer now, but still agitated as she realized she had lost his attention. She stopped short as she turned to follow Stan's gaze and saw Will. Will dropped his gaze from Stan to Karen, then back to Stan again, who was now watching Karen to see what she would do. The paper Will was clutching in his left hand shook involuntarily as Will took a step toward the door.

"I…Karen, I – I'm so sorry," Will mumbled, a look of panic on his face. The look Karen gave him was icy and he knew she was pissed. Suddenly she rushed towards the door, and began to push it closed.

"Get out of here," she hissed through clenched teeth as she slammed the door closed in his face. Will exhaled and retreated towards the door. Those documents would just have to wait, he supposed.

Meanwhile, Karen spun around and pressed her back to the door, her breathing heavy.

"I'm sorry," she told Stan. He shrugged, clearly wanting to move past the awkward incident that had just occurred.

"Karen, I don't know what to tell you," he stated, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. "I've apologized a thousand times, I've been honest with you, I've told you I love you…"

Karen scoffed.

"Well congratulations. Do you want a cookie?" she asked sarcastically. "You've lost my trust, Stanley," she continued, her voice breaking. "You broke the sanctity of our marriage." The tears were falling now and she struggled to get the words out. Stan was stunned – in all their years of being together, he had actually never seen Karen cry. "You think words can fix this? Your words are worthless now," she finished, frantically wiping the tears from her face.

Stan didn't try to argue. He knew she was right. The best he could do was go to her and wrap his arms around her. At first, she let him, but it didn't take long before she was squirming beneath his grasp, pushing him away from her.

"No."

She threw open the door and walked out, slamming it behind her. She wanted to go to Will, but she knew she couldn't after what had just happened. Plus, she was much too vulnerable right now, she had to be alone. She knew exactly what she needed.