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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.

Training an Ai Replica Of My Husband's First Love

"That bastard, treating you like some guinea pig for his AI experiments!" she exclaimed, waving her arms in fury. "If it weren't for the fact that you need to rest right now, I would've made sure he'd never work in tech again!"


I chuckled softly at her puffed-up anger, feeling a warmth spread through my heart.


This bestie, who'd grown up with me since childhood, always seemed to care more about my grievances than I did.


"Alright, calm down," I said, handing her a cup of bubble tea. "Looking back, maybe this was the universe's way of giving me a wake-up call."


Melody took the milk tea, her eyes slightly red. "You silly girl, remember when we were in school? When I was being bullied, you were the first one to rush in and help me, even though you were so tiny. Now it's your turn to need help. How could I possibly stand by and do nothing?"


We sat on a bench by the river, watching the sunset turn the water golden.


Chapter 6