My Assistant Cried Rape and Named My Husband — But My Husband Is a Robot

I got called down to the police station in the middle of the night.

My subordinate, Chloe, was huddled under a man's trench coat, shivering. She jabbed a finger in my face and shrieked:

"It was her—her husband did this to me!"

"He forced himself on me, beat me black and blue. I'm going to make sure he rots in prison!"

The detective looked at me with pure contempt.

I was completely thrown.

Twenty-eight and never married. What husband?