The Robot Wife He Never Knew

Before I died, I used my life's work in robotics to build a bionic replica of myself for my husband.

She had my exact face and body, but none of my temper. She never threw tantrums, never picked fights, and never raised her voice.

Yet my husband, Ethan, had no idea she was actually a machine.

He despised "my" newly submissive and obedient attitude. To provoke me, he constantly brought women home, desperately trying to drive me mad with jealousy. But he never succeeded.

Until one day, his first love—the one who had once walked out on him—threw a cup of scalding coffee right in "my" face.