She sighed and rolled her eyes. "You're all just alike. Even when you're found out, you try to keep up the facade." She laughed, shaking her head.
"My Clark and I... we were engaged. And the day he proposed to me, I found out who he really was." She smiled, remembering that day clearly. "And then when he popped the question, I made him admit it. He was Superman." She didn't add and he died, and instead forced the smile to stay on. "And if my reporter's instincts are correct... and they always are... you are, too."
She wasn't sure how she'd reached this point, going from comparing their similarities to trying to unmask him, but somehow, she couldn't resist the urge. She knew she was right.