Escaping Her Perfect Digital Cage
Language: en
After three years of marriage to Kelly, I’d become the poster boy for henpecked husbands in our social circle. She claimed she loved me down to my bones, which was her justification for curating everything—even my social media posts. She even subjected my meetings with female colleagues to an AI-driven risk assessment. The AI's synthesized, robotic voice would regularly ping her phone with updates: "Subject displays blurred social boundaries. Recommend tighter oversight." I was suffocating under the weight of this airtight, inescapable affection. Yet, I chose to believe it was just the…