“It's not your fault. I'm the one who broke down.”

Sean shifts, watching me. He says nothing.

“Actually,” Talia interrupts, swiveling her screen toward us, “this might be what we need right now.”

Paparazzi shots fill the screen. Me. Sean. The blurred shape of us in the car. Headlines splash across every corner.

“America’s Sweetheart’s New Mystery Man

Wren Sinclair Off the Market?”

“They are eating it up,” Talia says.

I frown. “I don’t understand.”

“Look at the comments.”

I swallow, forcing myself to read through them, expecting vitriol and slutshaming. Instead, I find curiosity, excitement, and even support.

“OMG, who is this silver fox??? ”

“Wren deserves happiness more than anyone . A tasteful queen I stan!”

“That protective embrace though! ”

“I’ve always wondered who Wren Sinclair is dating. I refuse to believe a gorgeous woman like her has been single for years. She’s too beloved and beautiful to be single. Haha. Good taste, Wren. Go, stunning couple. ”

“Wren Sinclair has always been the baddest woman in Hollywood! No wonder she keeps her relationships private. Girlie knows everyone would be drooling over her man.”

“Idk y’all, they look like such an IT Couple omfg! I think we’ve got the latest IT Couple in Hollywood.”

“omg, they’re so hot. hello??”

“I ship them so bad already. Who is he!??? ”

My mouth falls open. I can’t believe what I’m reading. People like Sean and I together? I blink.

Sean pulls away with a frown. “Am I reading these comments right?”

Talia laughs. “Very fierce, right?”

“Fierce and passionate. It’s a whiplash. I can’t believe it,” I shove a hand through my hair. “I’ve avoided going on the internet for weeks now because I’m so scared of ruining what’s left of my sanity with the deranged comments. This is… unbelievable.”

“That’s the internet for you, and how fickle people are.”

“But what about the false accusations? I thought this might be the last straw.”

“People are getting bored with Camille's accusations,” Talia explains. “The plagiarism story is old news, but this—” she taps the photo. “—this is new and intriguing. Your romantic life has always fascinated people because you keep it so private.”

“Because it's private.”

“Yes.” Talia leans forward, her eyes bright with that look she gets when she's piecing together a strategy. “No one even knew you were married until the divorce filings became public record.”

I clench my jaw. “And I'd like to keep my personal life that way.”

“The thing is, Wren, the public's already in your personal life. But now, instead of speculating about whether you're a fraud, they're speculating about your love life. The narrative is shifting.”

Sean shifts in his chair, his eyes narrowing. “What are you suggesting?”