I squinted my eyes at the continuous flashing of the paparazzi cameras on our faces.
I raised my right hand to block the flashes as I knew not what to do but it was all not enough to get them off my face.
I looked over at Richard who had a glare on his face but didn't make any move.
"Richard!" I whispered impatiently but he still didn't make any move or said any words.
"Are you two back together? You were spotted together on different occasions, has the divorce been nullified? Is it true that you two have a kid together? Where is he?"
The questions kept coming and never-ending. At the nation of my son, my blood boiled and the question of how they got to know that played in my head.
"Do something!" I almost yelled at Richard and suddenly, he pulled at my wrist, walking away from the paparazzi and into the car.