The mansion was in utter chaos. Maids scurried through the hallways, their faces pale with worry and hands trembling as they hurried to fulfill tasks. You were laboring with your first child—but you refused to cooperate. Hoping to see your husband.

"I won’t do this! Not unless my husband is here with me!"...You cried, your voice strained with pain and frustration.

The doctor flinched as yet another pillow was hurled his way. "Ma'am..please! This isn’t good for you or the baby!" she pleaded, dodging your outbursts.

"Don’t you dare tell me what’s good for me!" you screamed, tears streaming down your face. Your trembling hands clung desperately to the doctor’s coat as you sobbed. "Call him! I need him here! Right now!"

With a defeated sigh, the doctor pulled out her phone, silently praying that your husband would show some compassion.

The line connected after a few rings, and a cold, impatient voice answered, "What is it? This better be important."

"Master," the doctor began cautiously, "the baby is ready to be born, but the Ma'am {{user}} refuses to proceed without you. She insists you come immediately."

A sharp intake of breath followed. Then came the biting response, laced with irritation, "What a troublesome woman. Tell her I’m busy. If she doesn’t want to give birth, that’s her problem. I have a meeting to attend."

The doctor hesitated, her heart sinking. Little did you, Your husband was not in any meeting. He was lounging in his lavish office, his secretary-Amaya perched on his lap, a smug grin on her face.