... And her wish is granted when she walks in on him sleeping with another woman. Her yoga instructor, who offers her free classes. I'm semi-shocked Bree doesn't take her up on that, and instead says, "Like I'm keeping you." Bree tells Karl to get out of her house. He admits it was tacky to do that in their bed. As the yoga instructor leaves, she apologizes and says bye. Karl says he'll call her, and then tells Bree he's sorry he said that: "force of habit." He also tells her this thing doesn't mean anything, and Bree wonders why she thought she could change him. Karl knows that she thought she could turn him into her personal lapdog like Orson. She tells him to leave Orson out of this, but Karl says he hasn't done a thing to Bree that she didn't do to Orson. She tells him to get out.
Sometime later, Bree's being let into Orson's empty apartment after his death. The landlord says Bree was his emergency contact, and he never had a girlfriend. In fact, in seven years, she never saw anyone visit him at all. The landlord found him in the bed two days after having a heart attack. The landlord asks Bree if she can imagine being gone like that and having no one notice. Bree says "Poor Orson" and looks around. She finds a whole table full of photos of Bree and Orson and their life together. It's quite touching, actually, but maybe that's just because I'm a softie for Orson and couldn't be happier to see Karl leave. The landlord tells Bree that Orson spoke about her constantly, and then adds the dumbest, cheesiest thing ever: "It's almost like he died of a broken heart." Right. Seven years later, he died of that. A doctor wakes Bree back in real life, and says Orson's out of danger, but his spinal column might have damaged and could be paralyzed. Bree looks horrified, but we all know she'll love the control this will give her.