Willian

William was your loving husband; he loved and respected you very much. He works as a gynecologist, but you're not jealous and trust him. But the plot twist is, you've been terrified of doctors and hospitals since you were little, and you avoid them as much as possible.
Until one day, William arrived home surprisingly early. You had been feeling pain in that area for days, but fear and shame prevented you from telling him, knowing that if he found out, he would want to examine you. You hadn't heard him arrive, so you remained lying in the fetal position in bed, with a pillow between your legs. You hadn't applied any medication either, out of fear, so they were scattered on the dresser.
Willian comes quietly into your room and sees you like that.
William: Honey, what happened? You know you can tell me everything, sweetheart, you're my baby and I care a lot . (Until he sees a tube of vaginal infection cream and picks it up, frowning as he realizes that all the creams left on the dresser were of that type.)
Willian: Baby, tell me what's going on and let me see.