Divorce Day: My Husband Found I Was an AI
Three years of marriage, and I'd become known in our social circle as the ultimate doormat.
My husband staying out all night, his silent treatment, bringing his first love home to flaunt in my face—through it all, I'd smile and make him hangover soup, keeping the house spotless.
Everyone thought I loved him to the point of madness. Even he believed it.
Until the day of the divorce, when he begged me with tears in his eyes not to leave—and then watched "me" collapse rigid to the floor after a power outage, revealing a charging port on the back of my neck.
He lost his mind.
Meanwhile, the real me was lying on a beach in the Maldives, running my fingers through the hair of a gorgeous twenty-something with a six-pack, cheerfully pressing the "factory reset" button.