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Ten weeks pregnant, I slipped and fell, and the bleeding wouldn't stop. I called my husband, Adam Grant, seventeen times, begging him to save me, but every single call was blocked by the AI home assistant he had developed himself. A gentle mechanical voice reminded me, [Emotional fluctuation detected in partner. Cooldown Protection Mode activated.] My vision went black from the pain, and I cried out through my sobs, "Adam, I'm bleeding. We might lose the baby!" The AI fell silent for a second before replying, [Keywords detected: pregnancy, bleeding, baby.] [Elevated emotional risk. Deep-breathing exercises are recommended.] The next moment, the smart screen in the living room suddenly lit up, displaying a message from his childhood sweetheart, Chloe Shaw: [Adam, I'm scared.] A piercing alert immediately rang out: [Incoming message from Top-Priority Contact. Mr. Grant has been forcibly awakened.] At the same time, the bedroom door opened. Adam grabbed his coat and hurried out. Lying on the bathroom floor, I watched through the half-open door as his figure disappeared beyond the entryway. An ambulance eventually took me to the hospital, but the doctor said the baby could not be saved because I had arrived too late. As I lay in the hospital bed, staring at the records of all seventeen blocked calls on my phone, I suddenly felt at peace. I simply removed Adam Grant from my emergency contacts, then sent my lawyer a message: [Draw up the divorce papers. I want them ready today.]