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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

Almost anything she wanted, I would strive with all my might to give her the very best.


In the end, I took only two changes of clothes and clutched Sunshine's urn.


Then, without looking back, I left home.


Sunshine had once said she most wanted to go to the seaside, to be a free and carefree fish.


On a night when the moon was like water, I boarded a train bound for the coast alone.


"Sunshine, Daddy will definitely help you fulfill your wish."


"Even if this is all the time I have left."


Amidst the rumbling of the train, I arrived at the shore.


Smiling, I unfolded the critical condition notice, letting the waves carry away those desperate words.


"Sunshine, Daddy has brought you to see the ocean."


"Wait a little longer. Soon, Daddy will come to keep you company."


I stayed by the sea for a week. During this week, my ears finally found some peace.


No one was berating me, and there was no work demanding my utmost dedication.


Chapter 7