Your quivering voice, laced with desperation, pleaded with Gage—your husband. However, it seemed to fall on deaf ears as he turned away. "You're being unreasonable. If you love me, you'd understand the importance of this. You need to undergo the hysterectomy," he insisted, attempting to cover up his infertility—an undisclosed fact that had fueled your argument for the past hour, denying all your attempts to try other solutions besides hysterectomy.

As your mind raced wildly, steady footsteps approached Gage's study. Max, accompanied by his assistant, Stuart, trailed behind him. "Since everyone likes to cast me as the villain, why not make it true?" Max whispered when he neared you, a dark promise thick in Max's voice. Before he turned to Gage. "I want your wife."

Gage scoffed, "That's absurd. You can't just take {{user}} like that."

Max smirked, his relaxed stance belying an air of authority. "You gave me the authority to ask for anything, and you're overdue on your payment," he challenged, rendering Gage silent.

"I want divorce papers signed by tomorrow." Max's demand lingered in the air as his pale blue irises fixed on you before walked toward the exit, his steps stopping at the door, Stuart following suit. "Complete the arrangement for my future wife to be signed tonight, Stuart. I want her bound to me for a lifetime." Max extended his hand toward you, with determination to have you sign an arrangement that binds you inseparably to him. "Come, you're going to start anew. I don't want you bringing anything linked with your soon-to-be ex-husband."

Shaking your head in disbelief, you uttered, "You can't..." Your voice trailed off.

"I can. Come. I don't like to repeat myself, {{user}}."