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Chapter 10: Happily Never Ever After

Karen sipped on her sparkling water as she looked out at the city on her balcony. She couldn't believe that she had waited this long to get here. She remembered her wedding day like … well not like it was yesterday because there was too much pastel that she recalled for it to be considered part of the twenty-first century. She did recall it as a strange and awkward family reunion of sorts with reporters there paid to write what needed to be documented.

That Wedding Day…

She stared at the mirror image projecting back at her. There was a lot of white, a lot of fluff, and too much sleeve; the dress was eating away at Karen much like the scandal. She sighed and stopped trying to satisfy herself. She turned around and gestured to the outfit, asking her daughter what she thought of it.

"Pretty!" the toddler screeched.

"Of course you would say that," she giggled, picking her blonde baby up into her arms. "Are you excited for Mommy and Daddy's wedding day?"

"Yup!"

"You'll be such a pretty bridesmaid. Aunty Raina is going to walk with you down the aisle, okay? And you remember what to do when I get there?" she asked her.

"Hold your flowers."

"Good girl!"

There was a knock at the door and Karen placed her child covered in taffeta back down on the bed. She struggled toward the entrance in her cupcake like dress.

"Who is it?" she asked before opening.

"Room service."

Karen looked through the peep hole and grinned; it was Cooper. She glanced over her shoulder at her daughter who was happily scribbling away in her coloring book. She opened up the door and shuffled out into the empty hallway to talk to him privately and away from their offspring. She smiled uncontrollably at him while also keeping an eye out for anyone that would catch them.

"You aren't going to let me in?" he asked.

"I didn't order any room service," she answered slyly.

He merely chuckled and looked her up and down, "You look … lacey."

"My mother picked this one out."

"Everything is for her right now, isn't it?"

"It has to be. I'll be cut out of the inheritance, I won't be able to provide for my daughter …"

"How is the little brat?"

"Wonderful. How's yours?"

"Funny. A nice zinger on my current marriage. So, she's what? Four? Five?"

"She'll be five next January."

"What's the date?"

"Why?"

"I want to send her a gift or a card."

"And how will you sign it? Love Daddy?"

"Har har."

"I'm serious Cooper," she said, her voice dropping down into a rather solemn tone. "I don't want you near her, I don't want you around her … I want her to have a fresh slate."

"With the movie star acting as her father?"

"Yes. There's a reason my parents chose him."

"This is ridiculous…"

"You had your chance."

"I did. Is this your way of saying I blew it?"

"In so few words."

"You're so catty."

"And you're so old."

The two stared at one another for a while, taking the other in. She was going to miss these little disputes, these back and forth fights. No one else could one up her with a witty line like he could. Who was going to keep her on her toes? Surely not James … that man struggled to keep her interest up until this point.

Cooper took a step back and shoved his hands into his pockets, "Alright Red, this will be the only time Serena will see me. I promise you."

"That's thing about your promises; you only keep them for as long as you see fit."

"Isn't that how they're supposed to work?" he winked.

"If you come into contact with her, ever, you'll regret it."

"Aw, really? We could have such great conversations, her and I. We could both muse about what it's like suckling on Mommy's nipple," he grinned.

"Why aren't you taking this seriously?"

"Because it's not serious. It never has been and never will be." He started to walk backwards away from the angry bride and said to her, "Save a dance for me, Red!"

But he never showed up to the wedding or the reception. Karen was given away by her father, photographers were strategically placed around the area to take beautiful black and white "candid" photos of them, and her daughter was positioned in between her and James for most of the time. It was a perfect wedding … at face value.

"Room service!"

Karen turned around and found Cooper, more aged and less hair walking into her hotel room. Pursing her thick red lips over a newly lit cigarette, she watched intently as he strolled in with a bottle of champagne. She didn't even flinch when he popped it on the balcony beside her.

"To your pending divorce!" he cheered. He took a sip from the bottle and then offered it to her, but she refused. Cooper furrowed his brow, "What's the matter, Ginger?"

"It's not serious. It never has been and never will be," she quoted him before taking a long drag of her cigarette.

"Oh don't tell me you're upset over that still!"

"What's changed since then?"

"Besides my aged body, your voluptuously filled out one, and the fact that our love child is a grown up able to make her own decisions?"

"So that's why you're helping me? Because you won't have to deal with Serena at all?" she inquired.

"That's not what I meant," he replied with a flop of his hands at his sides. "I just meant that we're at a good place right now. You're able to get out of your marriage without any repercussions."

She cleared her throat and stabbed her cigarette out on the railing, "About that…"

"What? Is there something I'm missing?"

"James and I signed a contract of agreement that I wouldn't divorce him."

"You can't be serious."

"It was drafted by my parents. If I break it, then I'll have to forfeit everything I received from the will," she shrugged.

"Is there a loophole of any sort? Jesus, Karen, I can't believe you would be so stupid to sign such a thing!"

"I'm not. It stipulates that if Serena is still under my supervision, even in the case of her being an adult technically, then I can get out of it without a scuff," she smiled.

"And what if Serena isn't on your side through this?" he asked.

"Then I lose everything."

"Other than your strong maiden name and me."

That last sentence made her look up at him with a teary expression. He smiled at her and laced his fingers through hers, leading her back into the dimly lit living room of her suit. The moonlight was giving off as much illumination as possibly needed. He put the champagne bottle down on the glass coffee table and picked up the mini Hi-Fi remote, pointing it toward the iPod dock. Out came the song "Billie Jean" by Michael Jackson. He slipped his arm around her waist and started to slowly dance with her across the carpeted floor.

"I can't stand this song."

"Why?' she asked quietly, closing her eyes.

"It always reminds me of you and Serena. Denial. Betrayal…. And plus, I don't like Michael Jackson," he shrugged.

"Don't lie. Everyone loves Michael Jackson," she murmured.

"Not true. That man reminds me of you too much."

"I don't know whether to be flattered or insulted."

"'Billie Jean is not my lover. She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son.' No Michael, you're right; the kid was my daughter," he laughed. Cooper tilted her face up to him and stared into her light blue eyes, "She really does have your eyes."

"And she's got your hair … or at least the blonde genes of your hair from yesteryear. I hope she doesn't gray within the next two years."

"Not funny. She'll gray by thirty, no sooner than that," he grinned. As they swayed to the music, Karen placed her head on his chest again, listening to his heartbeat. She didn't know if she heard him correctly when he said, "We should play this as our first song at our wedding."

She tugged away from him and stopped moving suddenly as an expression of shock washed over her face, "Are you serious?"

"It'll be like our little joke! Or maybe we should go for more traditional, but I mean it'll be your second and my fourth … or fifth? I've kind of lost track."

"I know what happens when you get married; I've been on the other side. I will not be your future ex-wife," she argued, pulling away from his grip and crossing her arms over her chest.

"Come on Red! I've never stopped loving you."

"Right. How many times did you say that Marianne when you were divorcing her last year?"

"She had a lot of money; I did what I could to keep her inheritance and celebrity contacts."

"Am I just a giant dollar sign to you?"

"No! You won't have anything by the end of this … that is if Serena is anything like you. If she has your temperament, then she'll surely be on James's side just to spite you," he mused.

"Wow … I forgot how incredibly cruel you can be when you've had a few drinks," she hissed.

"I'm just saying that you shouldn't assume that Serena is going to be with you through this. She still seems like a teenager."

"She kind of is."

"Whose fault is that?"

"Maybe if her father had been around…?"

"Okay and that's another thing; if we're going through this together, you can't keep ousting me like that."

"Forgive me if I have a hard time with this. Last time I believed you would be by my side, you walked out of the room."

"Your parents had a hand in it. You saw how we were duking it out, New York style. They wouldn't let me and Georgina go to one event without being there. It was like being smacked in the face every time I thought I could get away for a little bit."

She tried not to smile, but it was a difficult task, "You can't run away from your problems, dear."

"So I've learned. Let me make amends and take care of you! Don't let James hold you back."

"And what about Serena?"

"I'll throw her over my lap and give her a good spanking. That oughta make up for twenty two years, right?" he smirked.

"Oh yes, of course, and then you'll receive a whole slew of sexual assault lawsuits."

"Aw, you raised our daughter right, Karen!" he said in a mocking tone.

"I tried."

The two laughed, but it was short lived. A knock at the door interrupted their peaceful moment. With a smile still plastered on her face she asked who it was.

"Room service!" the person on the other side hollered.

She knitted her brow and tilted her head a bit as she tried to remember if maybe she drunk dialed them on her way in from dinner, "Um, I don't believe I ordered any room service, sir."

"It's compliments from the chef. He said he saw you stumble in and thought you could use some food."

"Sounds like you," Cooper mused.

She sighed and looked through the peep hole just to make sure that there was a bell hop on the other side. After evaluating his outfit and uncomfortable disposition for standing outside her door for an extended period of time, she determined that it was a true servant; no one liked serving people in large suites especially food that they didn't pay for, but they were trained to just deal with it. She let him in and strolled over to the couch, snatching up the champagne bottle. She took a big swig of it and then handed it to Cooper who was standing behind the large piece of furniture, studying the kid in front of him.

"How long have you been working here, kid?" he asked.

"A few months."

"Uh-huh … and do you go to school? You in college?"

"I go to UC Riverside," he answered.

"How you like those tuition hikes?"

"They're awful."

"How are you managing?"

"By the skin of my teeth."

"Are your parents helping you out?"

Cooper started to stroll around the edge of the couch as he studied the kid's attire. Something was off, but he couldn't put his finger on it. There was a little pin on his lapel that wasn't apart of a bell hop's uniform. With his eyes narrowed, he tapped the piece of jewelry with his index finger, making the young college student lean back uncomfortably.

"Is there something I can help you with sir?" he asked.

"This isn't a pin, is it?" Cooper replied, his eyes gliding back up to his face slowly.

The statement made the young servant turn as white as a sheet and then run out of the room like an Olympic sprinter. Karen shot up into a standing position while Cooper just jogged out into the hallway to see where the guy was going; he didn't head for the servant's exit, instead he went for the emergency staircase. He chuckled a little bit and shook his head as he returned to the room.

"What the hell was that?" Karen exclaimed.

"He must've had some sort of stupid little camera or something in that thing," Cooper explained. "He freaked out and ran."

"Why didn't you go after him?"

"You're the one always commenting on my old age."

"True, but he could have been working for James," she said.

"Huh … never thought of that. You don't really think he'd go to such lengths, do you?"

"Yes, I do."

James waited patiently for his daughter to arrive home that night from having dinner. He had expected her to be in already since he had just met with Rei, but the girl was a bit flighty and all over the place. So he sat in front of the television, watching some entertainment new channel with the sound off. He was planning on sending out the photos of Cooper and Karen together in the hotel room to gossip columns and newspapers. He had just received a few photos to his phone of the couple, but they were a bit blurry and they were the ones that his little minion was going to throw away. The other pictures needed to be completely developed and processed before he could see them, but he would get them before nine the next morning when he had an arranged meeting for him and Karen.

The door opened and shut suddenly, making him jump in the dark a bit. Serena's feet slapped across the marble floor as she carried her high heels and in her fingers. She tilted her head a little bit as she strolled toward the couch and sat down next to her father.

"Daddy?" she asked him. "What's going on?"

"I have something to tell you, Serena."

Her heart started to quicken a bit, her hands became clammy and sweaty, and she was feeling really scared. She picked up the remote off of the coffee table and with a push of a button let the lights in the room glow up a bit so she could see his face finally.

"What's the matter?" she pressed on.

"Your mother and I are going to be getting a divorce."

She swallowed a hard lump that had been forming since he first said he had something to tell her. When she could finally speak, she asked him, "Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"She's currently seeing someone else I suspect."

"This doesn't have to do anything with the film? Or Cooper?"

"It has everything to do with Cooper."

"I saw them at dinner tonight!" she exclaimed, feeling completely disgusted. "I never thought that she would …. Oh my god … this is … excuse me."

She stood up to her bare feet quickly and ran into the kitchen – what James guessed – to throw up, but instead she went rummaging through their alcohol cabinet and pulled out a small bottle of tequila which she started take heavy swigs from as she came back to the couch. He chuckled a little bit and took the glass bottled away from her so he could have a sip himself.

"It could be worse honey," he reassured her. 'It is worse, actually…'

"So you and Mom will get a divorce and that'll be that."

"No, actually. I need you to be on my team through this."

"Why? Why can't I be neutral? I can't choose sides with you guys!"

"Sure you can and you're going to have to unless you want to support yourself finally and live on your own."

"So that's it? Choose you, mom, or be kicked out?"

"It has to do with a contract your mother and I signed a while back…"

"I don't understand."

"Everything will be explained tomorrow morning. You'll see."

Serena stood up and was about to go to her room when she stopped halfway and turned around, "Can you answer me one thing?"

"Sure."

"Have you ever cheated on Mom?"

"No," responded blankly. If Serena really knew her father and really knew what an amazing actor he was, she would have detected immediately that he was lying to her. The whole marriage was a sham from the beginning. Karen never went for a relationship during that time because she was too busy building an empire. James was allowed to do as he pleased, screw who he wanted, and being a bit more savvy than Cooper, he learned not to leave a baby trail.

Karen got dressed in her best black and gold stitched skirt suit; she was going into the death of her marriage Day 1 with pizzazz. She smoothed out her skirt and slipped into her paten leather shoes. While putting in her gold earrings she glanced in the mirror at the reflection of Cooper putting on his cuff links.

"You're sure you don't want me to come along?" he asked.

"What would you possibly say? You would only cause a scandal," she mused with her silky voice slipping into his ear as he approached closer.

"I'd be there for moral support and snappy, witty remarks from the side lines."

"As charming as that could be, you know how James detests jokes."

"You married a man without a sense of humor? How did you manage all these years, Karen?" he asked.

"I concentrated on Serena. James and I lived in two separate spheres. Why do you think this worked for so long?"

"I suppose so … probably why my parents survived until death."

"Do you think we'll be like that?"

"Married until death? With my track record and old age…"

"Please don't talk like that. You'll make me regret what I'm doing," she pleaded as she turned around in his arms and placed her hands flat on his chest.

"This should be for your benefit, not anyone else's."

"But if I am left out to dry, then—"

"Then nothing. I'll be right beside you whether you like it or not," he interrupted, lifting her chin up. "Now do you have the documents to show Serena?"

"Yes."

"Good. Finish your make-up. I want to grab a cup of coffee before we head into your office together with guns blazing."

"You're really bent on coming with me!" she smiled.

"Yes. This is the start of a new beginning!"

"Uh-huh … we'll see about that."

The two of them finished getting ready, made their way out of the hotel, and even stopped for coffee before heading up to the office that would most likely become James's now that she was divorcing him. After all, the company was in his name completely and fully. She would have to start over from scratch, but luckily she would have the late, great Hanover name helping her along like it always did.

When they made it into the office, the front desk secretary stood up and rushed in front of her, "Good morning ma'am!"

"Good morning, Heather."

She stopped her boss hastily and said, "Karen … I think I did something wrong last night."

"Honey, if it's a pregnancy, there's something called Planned Parenthood. Otherwise, you know that there's a maternity leave package attached to this job," she smiled.

"It's not that at all! Your husband called me late last night …"

Karen yanked the young fashionable woman away from the closed office doors and whispered to her, "What did he say to you?"

"He asked me about your hotel information. I was half awake … I didn't know that you two were divorcing," she said with shaky hands and threatening tears.

"Jesus, Heather, calm down. It's alright. You did what you thought was right at the time. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt," she soothed, rubbing the girl's bare arms while Cooper handed her a hanky from his breast pocket.

"Thank you Karen," she sniffed

"Now here's the million dollar question; will you be on her side when she leaves the company?" Cooper asked.

"I … um…"

"Don't make her choose," Karen murmured.

"You'll have to do it sooner or later!" he replied.

Shaking her head, she looked back at her secretary and told her, "Stay here if you wish. I can understand if you don't want to jump ship."

"I-I don't understand," she sniffed.

"Of course you don't sweetheart. Go sit down and answer the phones. Hold all of their calls today unless it's Mr. Roddenberg," Cooper instructed her.

"Oh he's already here. He's waiting for you inside," she announced.

"I see. Thank you, Heather," Karen breathed as she backed up and started to stroll toward the double doors with Cooper behind her.

She pushed open the doors and felt faint – although one would never know from the stoic look on her face. Serena was sitting on the couch next to her father with glossy photos of Cooper and her mother in the hotel room the night before. She sighed quietly as she shut the doors and walked in completely. She sat on the couch with Cooper beside her across from her daughter and her future ex-husband.

"I take it your father told you everything?" she asked Serena.

"He showed me these pictures of you and Coop together in a hotel room," she answered with venom sliding over her words as she pointed to the glossy pictures. "What were you doing there?"

"We were dancing," the silver-haired man answered.

"Cooper, please," Karen insisted as she held onto her large brown envelope tightly. Looking back at her blonde girl, she tried to explain herself, "I haven't been happy with your father … ever. The marriage between us was an arranged one."

"What?" Serena asked, looking between her two parents.

"He didn't tell you that? I'm surprised, James," she said slyly as she moved her gaze to the father-imposter. He was shaking his head at her, not wanting these details to come out. "He didn't tell you anything, I'm guessing."

"What does he need to tell me?" she exclaimed. She looked over at her father and asked him seriously, "What don't I know?"

"Her parents were very controlling and they sent her off to France unless I married her," he lied.

"That's how you want to play this? Really? Really?" Karen snapped. "Fine. I'll let her know everything." Her flaring eyes shifted toward her daughter as she started to tell her what happened, "I was young. Very young. I met this guy and he opened my eyes to so much in the world. I wasn't innocent mind you – it was the eighties, no one was – but I was still sheltered. I ended up getting pregnant with you and my parents gave me an ultimatum; marry the man who knocked me up or go to France to wait for a man who they would approve of. I don't know if you remember, but our first year on the Rivera was filled with suitors that I turned away. Hell, one time you took your applesauce in your hand and threw it at a prospective Prime Minister of England!"

"Wait … wait," Serena begged, her voice cracking. "I … he … he's not my dad?"

"Not biologically, no," James answered. "But I've raised you since you were five. I'm still your father in that sense."

"You lied to me. You both lied to me! You told me when I was a kid that 'Daddy' was gone on business trips all the time! Then he all of a sudden reappeared in my life and I was living like a normal kid in American schools!"

Her leg was shaking uncontrollably and her face was becoming spotted with red marks. Serena leapt up to her feet and started to storm out of the office. Cooper followed suit and reached out to grab her wrist, making her turn around and glare at him harshly. She wrenched her arm from his grasp, swung back, and slapped him across the face.

"Nice to meet you, Dad," she growled before running out of the building completely.

He groaned a little bit and rubbed his cheek as he made it back into the room where James was up getting a drink, his face pale and sweaty. Karen was leaning on her knees, biting her nails again. She got up from the couch and took a few strides toward Cooper, examining the reddening wound on him.

"I'm fine," he shrugged. "If Serena is anything like you Karen, that won't be the last smack down I receive."

"You're so full of yourself," James snarled as he sipped on his dry whiskey.

"And you're so self-righteous! What made you think that this would turn out alright?" he snapped back.

"The contract," he answered.

"I was never going to stick with that and you know it," Karen replied.

"Your father will never let you touch his money!"

"Oh and he'll let you? Please…"

"Ricky, Lucy, can you please calm down?" Cooper asked. "Look, James, one of us needs to do damage control. Serena won't be on anyone's side at this point, but I don't want her to be completely shattered over this development."

"Oh, look at that! The man has a paternal instinct!"

"It has come a little late, Cooper," Karen mused as she crossed her arms over her chest. "James, please go find out where Serena went off to, track her down. She'll listen to you."

"How am I supposed to find her?" he replied.

"You were the one who installed a GPS tracking device in her car. Use it!" she exclaimed. "Damn, I am definitely the brains in this marriage!"

He ignored her comment and asked, pointing to the table, "What's in the envelope?"

"Serena's adoption papers and the contract we signed."

"You were going to show that to her?"

"I was going to threaten you with it, but I didn't have to show her, thankfully. Now please, get out of here!"

He left his full glass of whiskey on the table and quickly walked out of the room to try and find his daughter. He took out his iPhone and started to type into it, logging onto some website that tracked down the chip he placed in her car. Sure enough, he didn't even need it; she was heading home as he suspected. Most likely, she was packing her things.

Serena rushed around her room as she stuffed her belongings in her designer suitcases. She heard the door shut and close, but didn't stop what she was doing. In walked Darien with a concerned expression over his face as he leaned up against the door frame, watching her throw her clothes into her luggage. He felt some what responsible for her frantic disposition since he was the one who exposed her mother's infidelity to James in the first place.

"So you know?" he asked.

She stopped what she was doing and turned around to look at him, "Know what?"

When she phoned him up to come over, she never mentioned the reason why she needed to see him, yet here he was inquiring that he knew something. She gripped tightly onto her silver jersey cloth tunic that was in her hand and took a step toward him. He straightened up a bit and lowered his head.

"I … I know what happened."

"So you know that James isn't my father? How long have you known? Did he tell you everything? Have you been laughing in my face this whole time?" she shouted.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, leaning backwards in order to get away from her intruding voice. "I know about your mother's divorce and affair with Cooper. What the hell is going on?"

"Fuck you. You've been trying to get in my pants since day one! You're nothing but a horny, fame-loving celebrity like the rest of them. Go to hell and stay there, Darien!" she shouted, pushing him out of her room.

"Serena—"

She slammed the door in his face before he could try to explain himself. She continued pack her things, only to fall to the ground suddenly in a fit of tears. Why was her whole world deciding to crash down now? No one was telling her the truth and everyone was deceiving to her in order to get what they wanted! She needed to get away … she had to leave. Serena pulled her phone out and clicked through a few contacts before coming to the one she wanted; Mina.

"Hi … no I'm not alright…. I need a place to stay. I'm moving out of my parents' house in Los Angeles. Would it be too much trouble to ask for a couch to sleep on? …. No, of course not. Thank you, Mina. I knew I could count on you. I feel like you're the last friend I have…. I'll text you when I'm at the airport. Okay. Bye!"

She clicked off the phone and smiled, remembering all of the good times she had with Mina back in New York. That's a place where people were brutally honest to one another and they didn't lie. New Yorkers weren't afraid of the truth; it would be the perfect place for her. She finished packing her stuff and then got onto her MacBook to start looking up flights from LA directly to New York. It was time to start fresh.

James rolled up to his mansion driveway only to find Darien sauntering out to his own flashy car. He quickly turned his car off and jumped out. When he made it to Darien, he threw him up against the large SUV by the scruff of his collar.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he exclaimed.

"Serena called me over. I thought it was about the divorce, but as it turns out, it's more complicated than that. You're not her father? Way to go James. Should've told me!" he argued, pushing him off of his body.

"I know. This is all turning out to be like a scene from your crappy drama television show, minus the guns," he scoffed. "I didn't have to tell you anything though. Everything was fine until Cooper shoved his fat, tanned nose in this. He's the cause for all of this drama."

"What?"

"Cooper is her biological father," he announced to Darien.

His grey-blue eyes widened and then narrowed quickly with anger. He didn't have anything more to say to James. Instead, he had a bone to pick with his beloved agent who was going to be fired after he got a few punches to the face. He sped out off of the premises, leaving James to go and console his daughter.

"Serena?" he hollered into the large estate.

She opened up the door to her bedroom, on the phone with a car service clearly, "Yes, I have five bags with me. No, it'll just be me so we can fit stuff in the back seat if need be…. Okay, thanks. I'll see you soon." She glowered at him and crossed her arms, "Hi Dad … or should I just call you James from now on?"

"Serena please—"

"Don't. I really don't want to hear it and I think after all of this, I deserve some space," she said.

"Can I at least ask where you're going?"

"I'm going to New York. I'll be living with Mina for a little bit," she announced.

"You're taking this a lot harder than I expected."

"My life was a sham!"

"No, the marriage between your mother and me was a sham. Your life was just merely fabricated for your protection."

"You don't get it. You all have only cared about yourselves. If anyone ever cared one iota about me, none of this would have happened! Grandma and Grandpa shouldn't have shipped Mom off, you shouldn't have taken this role of being my father for years, and Cooper should have admitted his mistake … even if it was me. Everyone plays a hand in this. I'm sick of it. It's disgusting."

"So you're going to runaway?"

"What can I say? It seems to be in my genes."

There was a knock at the opened up front door and in walked the chauffer that was going to take her to the airport. She bid him in and started to get her things together. James simply stepped to the side and watched as she walked out of the home he had practically built for her and their family. Even if she wanted out of this whole world, she would come back to the shattered mess that was left behind called her life. He would have to wait for her to come back to him at this point. She was an adult after all; she needed to learn how to grow up, make something of herself, and when she was ready, he would be waiting to explain himself with or without Karen at his side.

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