Caught in the Act
830 Words
Skylar woke up smiling for the first time in weeks.
The morning sun streamed through the sheer curtains, warming her face as she buried herself deeper into the blanket. Her body still felt light, her heart strangely full. Maybe it was the amusement park. Maybe it was the kiss. Maybe it was just the feeling of finally breathing without fear.
Whatever it was, Skylar slept well—and she hadn’t done that in a long, long time.
Stretching lazily, she reached for her phone on the nightstand. The screen blinked with dozens of missed calls and hundreds of notifications lighting it up like fireworks. At first, she blinked at it, half-asleep, confused. But then the buzzing grew louder, the messages pouring in non-stop.
And that was when she knew.
Something was wrong.
She sat up instantly, hair tousled, and opened her notifications. Mentions, tags, comments—her name was everywhere again.
Her stomach dropped for a second, but then she exhaled slowly. “Not again…” she muttered under her breath, dropping the phone on the bed.
She didn’t even have the energy to panic anymore. The internet had been cruel before; this was just another wave. Besides, if there was chaos brewing, Logan would already be on it. He always was.
She showered, dressed simply in a sweatshirt and joggers, and walked downstairs for breakfast. The house was unusually quiet. The staff were gone for the morning, and the air carried the faint scent of freshly brewed coffee. Logan’s untouched cup still sat on the dining table—a clear sign that he’d left for work early.
Halfway through her toast, her phone rang.
Logan.
“Good morning,” she said, trying to sound casual.
His deep voice came through, calm but clipped. “Morning. Have you seen it?”
“Seen what?” she asked, though she already had a feeling.
“The news,” he said. “The media is… loud again. I wanted your opinion before I act. Should I take it down?”
She blinked. “I haven’t checked yet. Let me do that and I’ll call you back, okay?”
“Alright,” he replied after a pause. “But don’t panic. Whatever it is, I’ll handle it.”
The call ended, and Skylar let out a long sigh before picking up her phone again.
Alright, let’s see what fresh madness awaits.
She opened her browser and typed her own name. Within seconds, dozens of articles popped up—her face splashed across every news site, gossip page, and entertainment feed.
And there it was.
Right in the center of the trending page.
A photo of them.
Her and Logan. At the lake. In that soft, golden sunset light. Their lips pressed together, her hands clutching the front of his shirt while his arm rested around her waist. The headline screamed in bold letters:
> "Caught in the Act: The Cold CEO and His Wife Share a Heated Kiss by the Lake!"
Her mouth fell open, half in disbelief, half in awe.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, scrolling further. There were zoomed-in shots, blurry angles, even fan-edited photos comparing it to a romantic drama scene. Some articles speculated that their “contract marriage” had turned into true love. Others teased that “Logan King, the stone-hearted billionaire, finally melts for his wife.”
Skylar snorted softly, unable to hold it in. “They make it sound like a movie,” she muttered.
There were memes.
Fan edits.
Even hashtags trending:
#KingAndQueen, #LoganSkylar, #TheKissByTheLake.
For once, the internet wasn’t tearing her apart—it was celebrating her.
Still, beneath the amusement, a part of her knew what this meant. Henry would see it. The same man who started all this chaos would wake up to pictures of her and Logan kissing.
That thought alone made her smirk. “Guess who’s losing this round,” she whispered, sipping her coffee.
Of course, there were still harsh comments buried under the praise—people doubting her intentions, questioning if she staged it. But she ignored them easily. This time, the story was different. She wasn’t the victim of a rumor—she was in a real, undeniable moment.
And best of all, it was with her husband.
Her phone buzzed again. It was Logan, texting this time:
> “Have you seen it?”
She smiled faintly and typed back:
> “Yes. Don’t take it down.”
Seconds later, he replied:
> “You’re sure?”
> “Positive. Let them talk.”
Skylar set her phone aside and leaned back in her chair, staring out the window at the sunlight pouring into the room. For the first time, she didn’t feel like hiding.
For the first time, she wanted the world to see her exactly as she was—
Not a scandal.
Not a victim.
But a woman standing beside Logan King.
And maybe, just maybe… something real was beginning between them.
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