My Wife Loved a Robot
Language: en
The moment I walked in on my "frigid" wife being intimate with our home’s AI butler, my world fractured. Nauseated and blinded by betrayal, I dragged the machine to the disposal plant to be incinerated. I didn’t know that Camille Sinclair would lose her mind, racing after the transport truck in a desperate pursuit that ended in a horrific, fatal crash. From that day on, I became the "clutching, jealous widower" of our social circle—the man whose envy had supposedly killed his wife. Five years passed. Five years of waking up in cold sweats, wondering if I had just been less petty about a…