Stacy
I was sitting next to Kevin on his private airplane, our honeymoon memories still fresh in my mind. The flight back home was supposed to be a tranquil time for us, but as Kevin flipped through a tabloid, I noticed his expression change. His brows furrowed, and I could tell something was amiss.
The cover of the tabloid prominently displayed a picture of us at the restaurant during our trip. The headline screamed, "Mr. Carlton's Mystery Woman." I couldn't help but gasp in shock, my fingers instinctively reaching to tap Kevin's arm.
"Kevin, what does the news say?" I inquired, my heart racing with worry.
Kevin, ever calm and collected, just smiled at me, trying to ease my concern. "It's nothing, Stacy. Paparazzi sold our pictures to the tabloid, and they're trying to create a story
