The Perfect Death
After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility.
I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene.
From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death.
Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine.
Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie