There was an empty glass sitting outside Will's bedroom, the only piece of evidence that gave away Grace and Jack's foiled plan. A closet that once was full of women's clothing was now emptied and scattered across the bed and floor. Voices echoed down the hallway allowing anyone in between the front door and the door to the bedroom in on the conversation. To say the least everything had become a mess.

After Jack's mention of Stan, Karen disappeared into Will's bedroom and Will followed, slamming the door behind him. In the matter of seconds, his voice along with Karen's sounded loudly down the hallway. With the glass cup in hand, Jack slowly put it down and went with Grace to go sit back down, waiting for them to come out.

When Karen finally left the apartment on Riverside Drive, her cheeks were wet, stained with salty tears. They both had said things that they definitely regretted. At least she did. She said she hated him, hated him and only slept with him because she was bored. And while he was good with her, he probably wasn't very good with anyone else. That's why he had nobody after Grace left.

And the things he said, yes it hurt, but it was only in retaliation. He called her a washed up housewife. Stan didn't love her because she wasn't a blonde blue-eyed bimbo that he liked screwing. And then he hit her hard, the thing that drove her out of the apartment. He was glad she wasn't pregnant with his child since there would be no way to explain why she was such a drugged out alcoholic.

She had finally got herself together by the time she opened the front door to the mansion full well knowing Stan was going to be there, ready to ask her where she was and she had no problem telling him. At least not this time. For once in her marriage she didn't care if he liked what she did or not. And if she had to rub Will in his face then so be it.

Stanley, one night found Karen in her bedroom emptying out her closet. All the outfits, the pantsuits she just had to have were in their own separate pile and the ones that were more laid back were packed into a suitcase.

"Where are you going?" He asked, bracing a hand on the doorway. She looked up at him for a brief moment before turning and continued packing. "Karen?"

"I'm leaving." She stated. "The envelope on the kitchen table is for you. They're divorce papers. I'm done with you and with this marriage."

"When did you decide this?" Stanley asked making his way into the bedroom. For a brief moment she was expecting him to stop her but he just took a seat in one of her chairs.

"Months ago." It was her last straw with Stanley. The woman that had left the mansion an hour ago finally pushed her. She had seen Grace with Will shopping at Barneys a few days ago. His hair had grown out and it looked good on him. It looked better than the mullet. Anything looked better than the mullet.

"When you had your falling out with Will? Oh come on Karen, you couldn't have been that mad that I hired him as our lawyer."

"That wasn't the only thing that I was mad about, Stanley." When she had come home that night in tears, Stanley had added salt to the wound by telling her he had hired a lawyer fresh out of law school. He trusted him and the fact that it was Will did nothing for her. So she escaped and fled the country. And she came back when she knew that Will wouldn't be anywhere near her and there would be no chance of an encounter. It was childish that she ran and hid, but if she was thrust in front of him, she just didn't trust herself.

"Fine. I'll sign them. But please come with me to the Club. I need to make some sort of presentation."

"I don't know, Stanley. I just need to get out of this place."

"Anywhere you want to go Karen." He was being civil about it, which didn't help her any. But it was nice that he wasn't fighting her on this. She didn't have a lot of fight. "I'll drive you where ever you want to go."

"Alright." She grabbed the closet dress. Her black low cut dress that she had bought on a whim.

Club 33 had become a place that she was starting to resent. She didn't know whether or not the party that they were going to was a good idea. Especially since she knew that Will got the same invitation. She doubted Stanley really had to make a speech; it was just a way to get her there. The wall-to-wall people and the music and the constant chatter, it began to be too much.

She had excused herself to the bathroom, needing to get away from all the hustle and bustle. She had to get away from all the people coming up to her and her husband who had been expressing how happy they were to see him there again. It drove her crazy. And the confines of the white tiled bathroom seemed to do the trick to calm her nerves.

That was until she was met with the sight of Will standing in the doorway, his hands in his pockets talking to Stan. If she hadn't already been seen and called over, Karen would have retreated back to the bathroom until she knew Will wouldn't be there. In any other place, in any other situation, Karen would have wrapped her arms around his waist, kissed a spot on his shoulder and rested her head on his back. God she missed doing that.

"Karen, you remember Will, right?" She looked up at Stan with slightly narrowed eyes. They had talked about him the entire car ride and after the affair they had, of course she remembered him. How could she not?

"How are you?" She asked.

"Good. You?"

"Fair." She smiled and escaped into another room. She heard Will excuse himself and moments later she felt his hand wrap around her upper arm, pulling her to him and into a small corner, hidden from everyone's view.

Will backed her into the wall, covering his body with hers and leant down and kissed her. He kissed her hard, with no finesse, no foreplay, nothing. He buried his hands in her hair, tugging on it lightly, enough to get a moan out of her. She gripped his shirt, no doubt wrinkling it in the process.

When he pulled away they were both breathless. Their eyes were dark with arousal, needing each other. Their hands were still touching each other, her's on his chest, his on her waist. She rested her forehead on his chest, the same place she'd lie her head down when they slept; she could feel his heart beat. As he held her there against him, he ran his fingers through her hair his nails slightly scraping against her scalp, it was soothing.

"I missed you," she whispered. He dropped a kiss to the top of her head, his arms still wrapped around her.

They heard Stanley calling for Karen. She went to step away but Will just held her there and kissed her again. Deeper, longer, and for whatever reason, she didn't mind that her husband was coming their way. She could hear his heavy footsteps coming in their general direction. So she wrapped her hands around Will's neck and gave into the kiss, gave into everything that he was offering.

The next thing she knew, Will was being pulled away from her and all but tossed into the next wall. Stanley took her hand and pulled her out of the room, out of the Club and threw her into a cab, slamming the door behind her for extra effect. In all the years she had been married to Stanley, not once had she ever been afraid of him. It was odd after he had found out about her affair, things she's done behind his back, he was becoming the overprotective husband. And he probably didn't realize how hypocritical that made him look either. He probably didn't even care.

It took them eight months to get divorced, to get everything settled. She didn't get anything. She didn't want anything. The only thing she got out of the marriage, besides the memories, was the endless invitations to Club 33. She hadn't been there for almost a year. She couldn't bare going back there, not with all the people knowing what happened. So she just took everything in stride and went on with life. Not much else she could do.