Training an Ai Replica Of My Husband's First Love

Dane is the tech world's enviable startup genius - handsome, wealthy, and unstoppable in his success.

And I? Just an ordinary programmer, yet chosen by him to be his "soulmate".

He showers me with affection, gentle and attentive, as if I'm the center of his universe.

But this love comes with a condition: I must help him create a humanoid AI.

I pour everything into it, working intensely for a year straight. Sleepless nights, insomnia, irregular periods, losing 90 pounds. Two pregnancies, two miscarriages. Each time, he consoles me: "It's okay, we're still young."

Finally, I present my latest achievement.

He's ecstatic, immediately naming the AI "Ashley" - the name of his deceased pure love.

As I lay unconscious, I overhear his assistant whispering: "Boss, isn't this too much? Your wife is exhausted. She was pregnant and you drugged her to miscarry..."

Dane's voice is ice-cold: "For Ashley's revival, her miscarriage ensures work isn't delayed.""I can't bear to be even a second late."

At that moment, my heart turned ice cold.

I destroyed the AI, but he chased after me, begging me through tears to come back.

Because the emotional core of the AI assistant... had always been me.