Chapter 88

Even though I knew how sensationalist the media could be with their headlines, my heart still skipped a beat when I saw the news. My fingers trembled uncontrollably. A long time passed before I finally clicked on the link. The first thing that appeared was a large photo. At the airport, a swarm of reporters surrounded Felix. With a visibly annoyed expression, he held a woman tightly in his arms, shielding her with his body and creating a small, protected space just for her. The woman leaned gently into his embrace, smiling sweetly. That familiar face and figure—who else could it be but Helen? I couldn't process a single word of the article. My eyes were locked on that image. I zoomed in, again and again, carefully examining every detail. It wasn't photoshopped. It wasn't a camera trick. It was real. Scrolling down, I was met with a wall of comments. "These reporters are so aggressive. And their questions are sharp too." "Totally off-topic, but Mr. Affleck is so handsome—and hi