My Robot Replaced Me After Death
In the third year after my death, the one who remained faithfully by my wife's side was still the bionic robot I had painstakingly designed.
It looked exactly like me and carried within it every detail of my mannerisms, speech, and habits. The only difference was that it never lost its temper with her.
Because of that, my wife never sensed anything amiss. Yet each night, she brought home a different man, deliberately testing "me," desperate to see the wild jealousy and rage I once wore so vividly.
Then, one day, her childhood sweetheart and first love, shoved "me" off the balcony.
It was only then, in her horror, that my wife realized… "I" didn't bleed.