I heard the ringing stop abruptly in the living room, and Malcolm soon walked back in. "Did I wake up Little Bulb?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

I shook my head.

Malcolm sat down next to me, his arm naturally draping over my shoulders. "Last week, the paparazzi caught us at the baby store."

Before I could respond, Malcolm gently rubbed the back of my neck, soothing me. "Don't worry. The studio has bought the photos, so neither you nor Little Bulb's pictures will be made public."

I suddenly felt a pang of guilt. If I hadn't taken Little Bulb out for dinner with my sister that day, Malcolm wouldn't have had to leave work early to pick us up, wouldn't have gone to the baby store to check out cribs, and wouldn't have been photographed by those pesky paparazzi.

Malcolm might be a towering Best Actor in the public eye, but at home, he was an amazing husband.

Since Little Bulb was born, even though we have two nannies taking turns to help, Malcolm insisted on changing diapers himself whenever he was around.

Despite a stack of scripts waiting for him in his study, he took his time to bathe and dress Little Bulb with patience and care.

Seeing such a wonderful man facing public scrutiny made me feel even more guilty.

Malcolm seemed to sense my unease and quickly comforted me, his voice gentle. "It's fine. As long as you and Little Bulb are safe and sound, everything else is just a minor inconvenience."

I looked up into his ever-gentle eyes. "Is your work being affected?"

"Not really," Malcolm said. "It's mostly just a bit of backlash from fans. But..."

He suddenly trailed off, making me feel uneasy. I urged him to continue.

"Director White called earlier. The film we were about to start is on hold until things settle down," Malcolm said.

John White, the renowned director, was a powerhouse in the industry. His films were top-notch, including the one that earned Malcolm his Best Actor award. It was clear how significant this setback was, as even John had paused the project.

Seeing Malcolm stay calm despite the situation, I threw my arms around him. "If you lose your job, don't worry—I'll support you by playing video games!"

The tall man, over six feet, nestled closer, a playful grin on his face. "Well, then it looks like Little Bulb and I will be relying on my amazing wife!"

Malcolm and I had known each other since we were kids.