In the photos, Sebastian had his arm wrapped tightly around Helena's waist, pulling her in for a kiss.
It was taken right outside the exit of the film ceremony.
Then there were shots of them getting into the same car, walking into the same hotel, fingers intertwined.
There were even photos of them at Disneyland.
Kyle and Skye were in the shots too.
Even with the pixelation, it was obvious they had taken two kids on the trip.
One was clearly Sebastian's son.
The other looked just like the young Miss of the Campbell family.
The truth was simple enough, but the gossip blogs had spun a wild narrative.
They had completely fabricated new identities for the kids.
The headline claimed Helena and Sebastian had a one-night stand years ago because she shared the same name as his dead wife.
According to the rumor, Helena had secretly given birth to his twins—a boy and a girl.
She supposedly gave him the boy and took the girl.
All of this had been kept fiercely under wraps.
The story suggested Sebastian had only married Janetta out of guilt for cheating on her.
Janetta had reportedly compromised, agreeing to raise the bastard son, sealing their marriage.
But Helena, framed as a master manipulator, had immediately pivoted and seduced Julian, snagging the title of Mrs. Campbell.
And now, by some twist of fate, the two had reconnected and rekindled their sordid romance.
Helena actually let out a dry laugh as she scrolled through the absurdity.
These paparazzi needed to move to Hollywood and write scripts.
Because they had accidentally guessed half the truth.
It was a messy blend of fact and fiction.
For a moment, she didn't even know how she was supposed to debunk it.
"Helena?" Skye noticed her zoning out and tugged at her sleeve.
Helena snapped back to reality. "What is it?"
"What are you laughing at?" the little girl asked curiously.
"Nothing," Helena deflected gently.
She planted a giant, apologetic kiss on his cheek. "I won't do it again! Don't be mad. I'll buy you ice cream to make up for it."
"Hmph," he scoffed playfully.
He pinched her cheek. "Your punishment is going straight home tonight. Then I'll forgive you."
"Okay, okay," she whined dramatically.
But the clever little girl sensed he had serious grown-up things to discuss with Helena.
So she didn't throw a tantrum.
Julian finally shifted his gaze to Helena. "The press is swarming outside. We're taking the employee exit."
She nodded.
They kept the conversation brief.
Julian carried Skye in one arm, and without a word, he naturally reached over and took Helena's heavy bags with his free hand.
"Thanks," she murmured, trying to ease the thick tension.
He just gave her a clipped look and said nothing.
Without skipping a beat, she kept her head down and followed him out.

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