Jeffrey wasn't clueless about his mistake; he just couldn't grasp why Karen always brought up divorce like it was her go-to solution. It made him feel like he didn't have a place in her heart.

How could two people, who had built a life together and even had kids, resort to talking about splitting up at every disagreement? And Karen wasn't just talking-the seriousness in her tone, her unwavering resolve, it all signaled she meant business.

"Jeffrey, with your parents here today, I'm going to cut straight to the chase," Karen said, her voice laced with a resolve that didn't bode well for Jeffrey. "You know as well as I do that I had reservations about marrying you from the get-go. Your playboy lifestyle and a parade of exes were just too much for any woman to put up with. But then, your sincerity won me over. You promised a change, swore off bars and ex- girlfriends, and I chose to believe you. I gave us a chance. But you let me down."

Before this confrontation, their fights seemed trivial, like venting to a best friend over a cup of coffee, expecting things to blow over naturally. But finding out Jeffrey had been to a bar was the last straw for Karen.

"I'm sorry..." was all Jeffrey could muster, knowing well it wasn't enough to prove his commitment.

an eye on him, send him reminders now and then to

and Huxley had never been keen on their son marrying into a specific social class-just

you don't need to. I'll remember," Jeffrey interjected. "From now on,

hand, helping him up. "So, we're

want one?" Jeffrey's response was rapid, his head shaking

stand and pulling her into a tight

on with Dorothy. My filter just disappeared," Kafen sighed, hinting at her own

held her close, finding her apology harder to accept than her anger. "You're not to blame. If you can forgive me,

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