ManyWriters

After her ex passed away, darling went crazy training AI.
She even spent all of her daughter's medical funds to buy a 30-year Chatgpt membership.
Heartbroken, she wrote in the chat box: "Now I need you to roleplay as my deceased love, Dashiell Anderson."
"You're aloof to others, but clingy like a puppy with me."
"You love to call me Vivienne in a gentle voice, while being jealous of my husband Tom, trying to steal me away from him."
I watched the endless stream of payment notifications, urging her to turn back from this sea of sorrow.
But she was utterly disappointed in me.
"Tom, can't you be more understanding? Dashiell's dead, why are you still competing with him?"
"Instead of this, why don't you go deliver more food to save your daughter?"
But she doesn't know that not only is our daughter dying, so am I.

Wife Uses Daughter's Medical Funds to Train Ex-lover

Her face was paler than the hospital walls, her lips trembling, unable to utter a word.


"Three months ago," I said calmly. "Shortly after Sunshine was diagnosed."


"What good would it have done to tell you? You only had eyes for your Brother Dashiell."


"Oh, no, not even a living person, just an AI website."


Those words hit her like a sledgehammer, making her stagger backward.


She leaned against the wall, slowly sliding down to the floor, covering her face with both hands.


Muffled sobs escaped through her fingers.


I turned my head away, unable to bear looking any longer.


Outside the window, fall had already arrived, golden leaves dancing in the wind.


Chapter 9