I arrived before the police, knocking on the door, which Melody opened.
Seeing me wearing a hat to conceal my wound, she paused briefly, then immediately sneered:
"Well, well, Blaine. Dressed up like this to gain my sympathy?"
"It's too late! Get lost! You're not welcome in my apartment..."
I didn't bother listening to her nonsense, raising my hand to cut her off and walking straight into the apartment, ignoring her livid expression.
During the days I spent recovering in the hospital, I hadn't received a single call from Melody, let alone seen her in person.
It was clear how carelessly she and Alec had been living here.
Sure enough, as soon as I entered the living room, I noticed the changes.
Melody had never allowed me to hang our wedding photos in the living room, claiming it was too much trouble and unattractive.
But now, wedding photos of her and Alec were everywhere - on both sides of the TV stand and even on the coffee table.