He was the Superman to my Lois Lane. Or was it Lana? Anyway, he was Superman, and he had it all. Everybody loved him; except his arch enemies, but that kind of jealousy was to be expected. He was invincible. He could do no wrong. He was desperately needed, especially by me. My knight in shining spandex, the savior of all.
We were married, and, yeah, being the object of jealousy was great; I finally knew the thrill Superman got from Lex Luthor's envy. It's because we were married that I found out Luthor's envy was misplaced. No one would be jealous if they knew what I knew: Superman was a royal bastard.
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