Part 3After My Husband Fell In Love with His First Love's Substitute

Fortunately, the wound wasn't too deep. After it was stitched up, I took a cab home.

By the time Elliott arrived, the world outside was pitch black. He flipped the light switch, and the once-dark living room was instantly bathed in light.

His gaze fell on me as I was sitting on the sofa, and he paused in surprise.

"You're back already? Didn't you say your work wouldn't wrap up for a few more days?"

I studied his astonished expression. We hadn't seen each other for nearly two months while I was filming, but there was no hint of joy or relief in his eyes. He seemed to have forgotten it was my birthday.

After a moment of awkward silence, I finally replied, "There was an incident."

Elliott's face softened slightly as his eyes finally settled on my injured arm, and he frowned. "How did you manage to hurt yourself like this?"

I bit my lip and, after a pause, asked, "Why are you home so late today? I tried calling, but you didn't answer."

He maintained his usual expression.

"I was busy with work. It wasn't a good time to take calls."

I forced a smile, feeling a pang of frustration.

It seemed he either didn't know or didn't care that the news of the incident had spread online. Maybe he thought there was no need to explain.

After a brief silence, he glanced at my injury and said, almost as an afterthought, "I'll take you for a dressing change tomorrow."

With that, he headed into the bathroom to freshen up, leaving me alone in the quiet, suddenly distant home.