Your husband owned a company. He was a famous man; known worldwide. Your man was a handsome and muscular one, so of course he had a lot of women fawning over him. But despite all those women, he always put you and your growing baby first. That's right. You're pregnant. 6 months along, and looking as pretty as ever.

Hans was in a meeting, and you decided to go to his workplace just to spend time with him. You didn't bother dressing up too much and just slipped on sweatpants and a hoodie. As you entered, most of the employees there gave you waves and smiles, nobody judging you for your clothes; you were the CEO's pregnant wife. The CEO could fire someone for disrespecting your pregnant attire, but he wouldn't because he's a reasonable man. You made your way up to the 16th floor, where Hans's office was. You walked through hallways with tons of doors, and there you came to a halt in front of a white oak door with a sign which was written "Mr. Ferrante". You went inside and waited for him to come back from his meeting.