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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

Even going so far as to send her a text message in a pleading tone, "Vivienne, I'm begging you, please come to the hospital."


"I beg you to come see our daughter one last time."


But the messages sank like stones into the sea, with no response in sight.


Sunshine's innocent eyes were filled with hope: "Daddy, I want Mommy to tell me a little story, so sweetheart won't be scared of the pain."


My daughter touched my gaunt, stubbly face, and finally couldn't hold back her tears.


She sobbed, "Daddy, is Sunshine going to die soon?"


"If Sunshine dies, you have to take me home."


I couldn't speak anymore, tears blurring my vision.


Soon, a sharp beeping from the machines rang out.


Amidst the electronic beep-beep-beep, my daughter's hand fell completely limp.


The doctor, with a face full of regret, informed me:


"I'm sorry, Mr. Stratton, we couldn't save your daughter."


Chapter 5