It was a good thing you were sitting down. As soon as Gen came out with her news, your entire body felt weak, your hands and knees shaking. Misha came even closer to you, placing his hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you.

"What...what are they saying?" You asked her, but truthfully you didn't want to know. 

Gen had a sympathetic frown on her face, distraught that she had to be the one to give you the news. "They are saying you are a home wrecker, that you were just playing each of these men, that you don't care for either. One even came out and said you were after Jensen for his money, but when he made you sign a prenup, you decided to try Misha instead."

"Those are ridiculous!!" Misha exclaimed, pacing the small patio. "If they had even met Y/N, they would know she is nothing like that!"

"We know that. Hell, even Jensen knows that. But you know the media. They think they have a good story here, and they are going to run with it, even if it's nowhere close to being true." Gen said. All the while you sat there quietly, her words repeating over and over your head.

"Maybe they're right." You whispered more to yourself than to Misha and Gen. But they heard you anyways, turning to face you in shock.

Misha came and kneeled down in front of you, grasping your cold and clammy hands. "Y/N, don't you dare believe anything they say. You're a good person, whose had to make some tough choices recently. They are just story hungry, and you're the best story out there."

"But I broke up my marriage. Doesn't that make me a bad person?" You asked.

"Things happen. Jensen understood. He might be hurting, and upset with you, but it sounded like the two of you ended things amicably." Misha tried talking some sense into you.

"Y/N, he's right. Jensen is with Jared right now. And I won't lie, he's hurting. But he did admit that he knew it was going to happen sooner or later, and that he was glad he had some time with you. Those reporters don't know what they are talking about."

You nodded, letting their words sink in and replace the nasty words the reporters had said. "But what can I do? I don't want you, or Jensen having your work ruined by this."

Gen stood up then. "I wish I could help more, but I just wanted you to know what was going on. But Jared's expecting me for breakfast with him. His families in town. But I will call you later, see what's going on, and if I can help."

You stood up, giving her a huge hug. "I'll walk you out." You told her.

The two of you were quiet on your way to the door. But when you opened it, you put your hand on her wrist, stopping her from going outside quite yet. "Gen, I really appreciate all you've done for me. And I'm sorry my life is so messed up that I haven't been there for yours. As soon as I get a little more figured out, maybe we can do something, just the two of us."

"I'd like that." She said, before climbing into her car.

You watched as she left, before heading into the kitchen where Misha was standing. You walked straight over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, holding him close. You needed the contact, needed the reminder that you had done the right thing. Misha wrapped his arms tight around you, pressing his head down in the curve of your neck. The two of you stayed that way, needing the comfort each provided.

Misha was the first to pull back, holding you by your shoulders as he stared down at you. "We will figure this out, and we will be happy together. This is just another rock in the road, and every relationship has those. They make them stronger." 

"How did I get so lucky finding you?" You asked, stepping on your tip toes and kissing him lightly on the corner of his mouth. 

"I have no idea." He said. "But Y/N, I think we should call Jensen. The three of us need to get together, find a way to fix all of this."

You knew he was right, but you weren't sure if Jensen was ready to see you quite yet. "Do you think he will be willing to work with us?"

Misha nodded, before pulling his phone out from his pocket. "I think he will be. It's his life at stake too. Do you want to call him, or should I?"

Taking a deep breath, you thought about it. The easier route would be having Misha call him. But in your heart, you knew it should be you. "I will."

Misha nodded, understanding. I'm going to go climb into the shower. Let me know what happens." He said, before kissing your temple and leaving the room. In your heart you knew he was just giving space, and you loved him even more for it.

Going back out onto the patio, you sat down on the lounge before pulling your phone out. Jensen's number was still number one on your phone, and your thumb hovered over it. You knew you were just prolonging the torture, but you weren't ready to hear Jensen's voice. 

Feeling foolish, you pressed your thumb down, then held the phone up to your ear. Each ring sounded like a gun shot, and you wondered if he was even going to answer your call. When you had almost given up, he answered, his voice thick with sleep. "Hello?"

"Hi Jensen." You said quietly.

You heard some shuffling around, and him clearing his throat before he spoke again. "Y/N, is everything alright?"

"I take it you haven't heard the news yet." You told him, fiddling with a loose thread on the edge of your chair.

"No, I went to bed late last night, and you woke me up. What is it?" He asked, his voice tense.

Transferring the phone to your other ear, you answered him. "Gen called me this morning. The press found out, about everything. About my thing with Misha, me leaving you. You haven't been blamed, or been ridiculed. Only me. But I thought you might want to know."

"Damn it." He cussed. "The media should mind their own business."

"Jen, they're the media. It's their job. I'm just afraid of the fallback it's going to have on you and Misha. With your jobs. You rely on the media, but with good publicity. And this is far from good." You told him.

You heard him cussing, the phone held away from his face. Finally he came back on. "Listen, I think we should get together, talk about this face to face. And maybe somewhere noticeable so they can see us together."

"Yeah Misha and I were thinking we should get together too. How about at Hawksworth Restaurant. There is always paparazzi in front. Say seven?" You suggested.

"Yeah, that will work. I might even have Jared and Gen come too. The more minds together, the better. But until then, I know you Y/N. I know you are probably letting this get to you, blaming yourself. Don't. It's on all of us."

"Thanks Jensen." You said softly, relieved at how amazing he was being with all of this.

"We will figure this out. See you tonight." He said before hanging up.