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The press release of John and Renée’s relationship had been inevitable, but it still hit John with an intensity he hadn’t quite expected. The media frenzy that followed was a reflection of his complicated life—a life that, until recently, had revolved around being caught between old friendships, love, and the unrelenting pull of public attention.
Renée, the model with an irrepressible charm, the face of the 80’s was everything John wanted in the moment. She was vibrant, unapologetically bold, and unbothered by the scrutiny that had come with their pairing. They made a striking couple—one that, to the world, was a blend of glamour and untouchable allure. For John, the flashes of cameras, the whispered gossip, and the incessant questions were familiar territory. He had walked this path before, and yet, this time, there was something different. Something disorienting about it.
When they first made their public debut, he was almost relieved. Renée had slipped into his life so seamlessly that it felt almost like a natural progression. There was no denying the attraction between them. John had always been good at compartmentalizing his emotions, at putting on a mask when he needed to. But in those quiet moments between them, away from the cameras, he couldn’t escape the part of him that longed for something deeper, something more genuine than the public persona he was now living out.
But what he hadn’t anticipated was how much Valerie’s absence would weigh on him.
For Valerie, the announcement of John and Renée’s relationship felt like a gut punch. It was one thing to hear rumours, to see the occasional photograph of them together, but seeing the photos plastered across every magazine, every newspaper, every tabloid—it was overwhelming.
It was as if John’s life, the life she had once shared in such an intimate, private way, was now no longer hers to see. The images—the way they were caught mid-laugh or gazing at one another with that tender affection that only lovers seemed to have—felt like an invasion of something she had once held so close. In a cruel twist of fate, those same photographs now felt like a symbol of everything that had changed between them.
