She always claimed Will watching her sleep was a bit creepy. She could feel his gaze on her, with his fingers dancing on her back. She could feel her back starting to warm in the chill air of the morning. And she would make a comment about how it was odd that he liked to stare at her. But he would remark he was studying her. Which is what Karen was doing with Aurora in her bed.

The four year old had ran into the bedroom, screaming and crying, announcing there was something in her room. Karen listened to the rain pouring outside and the wind howling; Karen quickly convinced herself it was the tree that knocked against the girl's window. Karen luckily was alone in bed; Will had a meeting that evening and she didn't know when he'd be home. In the middle of the night, the clock blinking 3:05, Will still was not home. It was becoming a habit; not that she minded. It just became a bit suspicious.

Karen was dragging her fingers through the toddler's hair, the brown curls that she once had as a child, when she heard the front door open and close. Moving the girls head off her chest and onto the pillow, Karen met her husband at the top of the stairs. Wrapped in a silk nightgown, she was expecting a kiss and some sort of comment about how Will was too tired to do anything tonight. But the man that was coming up the stairs made her stiffen, and made her wish that the man walking up the stairs was her husband. And she wished that her husband was home and not asleep in his office.

"How did you get in?" Karen asked, her arms across her chest.

"There's a key underneath the mat. It was the same at the mansion. You really should change your hiding place, Karen." Stanley Walker was walking up her grand staircase with a purpose. A smug smile on his face. A smile as if he just won the lottery.

"What are you doing here?" She watched Aurora's door out of the corner of her eye. The little girl was good at hearing voices. And though, like Karen, Aurora could sleep through anything, Aurora hadn't been sleeping well.

"I came to see you." He said lifting his hand, going to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. She shifted her head away, ducking out of his grasp. "What's wrong, Karen? Too much attention from your husband?"

"You're not my husband." Karen sneered. "You were never my husband."

"Oh Karen." He said, dragging a finger along her cheek. "I was your husband in every single way. I made love to you. Paid for everything you touched. Made you one of the richest women in New York and you did what with that? Threw it away and became a nobody. What a sad sad life you must lead."

"I like my life the way it is now. I have a husband who loves me and a group of friends who actually care about my well being and not about theirs and theirs alone."

"What are you going to tell that sweet girl of yours that her daddy really isn't her daddy at all?"

"What are you talking about? Aurora is every bit of Will's daughter." She told him, ice around every word. "How dare you insinuate anything but."

"And what if she isn't? What if that little tryst we had a few months into your new marriage gets out and your husband hears about it?" Stan asked, his tone playful. "I don't think he will be too happy."

"Don't you dare say a word to him." Karen said, pleading almost. "And it wasn't like I had any say in what you did with me. You never could take no for an answer."

"And you never could say no. It was always, Yes. Give me more. Give me more." He said in a dark whisper, laughing.

"I want you to get out now. Will should be home any second." Karen said. "You need to leave Stan."

"Don't be surprised if Will comes home one night and clears everything out." He threatened. "A little birdy might let it slip in return for a worm."

He left Karen at the top of the stairs, and in the dark he heard him open and slam the door close, rattling the glass. She winced. She looked at her bedroom door, which was tightly closed. She couldn't sleep in the bed without Will. It was too big without someone to share it with. She normally slept in Aurora's room or stayed up and washed laundry or did the dishes that had been put into the dishwasher. It kept her busy. And during the day, if time allowed her, she would doze off on the patio for a few minutes at a time.

Slipping back into Aurora's room, Karen sat in the rocking chair that was put into the room the day she found out she was pregnant. She found it along some pier and fell in love with it. It was where she sat when she was pregnant with Aurora, rocking both of them to sleep. It was where she read to Aurora, where she held her the nights she couldn't sleep because of teething; it was their chair. No one would dare sit in it. It didn't seem right to do so.

Sighing, she leaned her head back against the pillows and watched the rain fall outside the window. She gasped when she felt a warm hand was on her face. Snapping her eyes open, not realizing she had dozed off, she sighed in relief when she saw the dark grey that only belonged to her husband. Aurora was being balanced on his hip and giggling and the goofy face that was on the girls face made Karen smile.

"What's so funny?"

"Mommy has a red line on her forehead." Aurora giggled. "It's funny."

"It's Mommy's," Will said kissing Aurora's head. "Did you sleep in here all night?"

Karen nodded and allowed Will to help him up onto her feet. "What time did you get in?"

"A few hours ago." He said. "Didn't want to wake you."

"If you went to bed, you'd have noticed I wasn't there."

Karen simply smiled at Aurora who was oblivious to what her parents were talking about. Karen took the toddler out of Will's arms and passed the chance to get kissed. She knew she was going to tell him today before dinner. She knew he wouldn't enjoy finding out that she had been married to his newest, biggest, client. Will was constantly doing paperwork with the Walker Inc logo attached to it. It made her cringe every time she saw his briefcase.

It made her worry about what Stan could say about him and her any moment of their day. He could let it slip that while Will was out of the country, Stan came over and they had sex; Stan had sex and Karen just laid there like one of Aurora's dolls. She drank herself to sleep that night, missed Will's calls, and isolated herself in the house, not wanting to talk to anyone.

Will found her later that day sitting on the back porch with a glass of lemonade and a pair of her sunglasses perched on her nose, watching Aurora swing on the swing set. He sat down next to her and draped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side. She smiled as he placed a kiss to her temple. He drug his fingers against her arm, sending shivers down her spine, only forcing her into his side.

"I have to tell you something," Karen said breaking the silence. It was now or never. "It's about one of your new clients."

"You didn't sleep with one of them did you?" Will laughed.

"I did actually." She said, straightening up, getting out of Will's grasp. "Stanley Walker. I was married to him, once upon a time."

"When?"

"I left him a year before I met you. I had just moved to New York got Grace's invitation to your lunch thing and then we went out to lunch, slept together, got engaged, got married, had Aurora and now we're here." Karen said. "And when you went to Europe for work, about three months after we got married; he came over and had sex with me."

"You two had sex? When we got married?" It was a harsh whisper. One that made Karen wince.

"It wasn't like I had a choice," Karen whispered. Will stood up and stormed into the house. Karen smoothed out her skirt and sighed leaning back into the bench, curling her feet underneath her. She felt a warm shoulder on her shoulder, the thin material of her blouse acting as a poor excuse for a shield.

His voice was deep and down right sexy as he told her to follow him into the house. She expected him to start yelling at her, demeaning her for having slept with Stan. She expected him to tell her to pack her things and to get out. To leave Aurora here until she got all her priorities straight. It's something Stan would have done and he had multiple times in their marriage.

But the second her back made contact with their bedroom door and the warmth of his hands on her bare shoulders, it wasn't going to be like Stan. She heard material ripping, most likely her skirt, because the air that chilled her and the way he kissed her made her gasp. Her hands were pinned up against the wall, over her head and as he wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her, her legs wrapped around his waist as best as they could.

This was their way of fighting, falling into some sexual roll, and neither one of them minded. It broke nerves, shattered them, made them calm; and when they did talk the fear the one or the other would leave them was out of the picture. They wouldn't leave each other, it was impossible to do so. Not when having sex with each other was so damn addicting.

He all but tossed her down onto the bed and climbed over her. He pulled down the lace underwear she had worn with her skirt and ripped that off her as well. He needed her. He hadn't had her yet and to find out his client, one that he was starting to have a lot of respect for slept with his wife; he had to take her. The thought of leaving her, to take a drive, to drive to his parents or to Brooklyn to see Grace crossed his mind, but he would only dwell on it longer.

"Will you just do it already," Karen gasped as she felt his hand brush over the sensitive parts. His nail trailed down her inner thigh before he kissed her, hard, rough, demanding entrance and slipped into her.

"Jesus," He moaned as he felt the copper tasting liquid, also known as blood fill his mouth as Karen bit down on his lip.

As he moved inside her and as she gripped his hair at the back of his neck, trying to have some composure while her body was shattered to pieces, all thoughts of Stan was washed away. All Karen could think about was what body part she needed to use in order to breathe. Will, who was moving as slow as he possibly could, groaning and moaning in her ear as she dug her nails into his back, was making it impossible to do so.

It was the rough kiss he placed to her lips, his tonguing slipping into her mouth and his hands that was digging into her ribs that broke her. Gasping she bucked her hips into his, the burn that had built up, had nearly killed her. She threw her head back into the pillows, and buried her fingers in Will's hair as he sped up his pace and kissed the open skin of her neck, nipping at it with his teeth and kissing it to soothe it.

He collapsed beside her and rolled out of her grasp, not wanting to make this their usual fight. He watched her get up and pad across their room to slip into something comfortable; one of his shirts that no longer fit him and a pair of pants. She took on look at the mirror, tried to calm her hair but just sighed as she walked out of their bedroom no doubt back outside to watch Aurora. They hadn't been in their long, and if the girl was occupied enough she wouldn't have noticed her parents gone.

It wasn't long before Will had joined her on the bench again. She buried herself in his side, reveling in his post-sex smell. He kissed the top of her head as he normally did afterwards.

"I'm going to tell him he needs to find a new lawyer." Will said. Karen nodded. "He won't like it. But I don't like what he did to you."

She smiled and watched their daughter run around after a bubble she produced, giggling. If only he knew what she had done.