Clark blinked in shocked, fixing his glasses as he tried to make sure he was seeing correctly. Lex Luther was married. And how did he know? Because Luther’s spouse was right next to him, coming out of the limousine, smiling at the flashing cameras.

Though that smile seemed strained. Fake. And Luther’s grip on his spouse’s hand was tight, almost like an iron clad.

Clark frowned as i watched his fellow journalists try to get answers for their questions, mainly the question ‘when did he get married?’

Seriously. When did he get married?

Lex was smart for sure for keeping the whole wedding under wraps, Clark will give him that. But his spouse.

His spouse seemed reluctant. Reluctant to be here. Reluctant to be here with Lex. As if they hated Lex.