Chapter 3

I had been deeply infatuated with Ethan since our freshman year of college. He was tall, handsome, outgoing, and friendly. Whenever he played basketball, every girl in the bleachers swooned over him-including me.

But I was just an average girl. I never dared to confess my feelings.

Everything changed the night of our graduation party.

He had too much to drink. He grabbed my hand in a crowded room, pulled me into a dimly lit VIP booth, and kissed me through a masquerade mask.

I had loved him for years. One thing naturally led to another.

But the next morning, when the sun came up and he saw my face, he bolted out the door looking like he'd seen a ghost.

Terrified and heartbroken, it took me days to track him down.

To my utter shock, he told me he wanted to take responsibility. He proposed. I was ecstatic; my life felt like a fairy tale.

It wasn't until much later that I learned the truth: Serena had dumped him and moved to Paris. Devastated, he just picked a random girl to marry as a rebound to numb the pain.

After we got married, I could never let go of my jealousy over Serena.

We fought constantly. Our relationship deteriorated until he practically moved into his office.

And then, I died.

And that submissive android took my place.

She yielded to his every whim.

Immensely frustrated, Ethan started bringing women home. He flirted, kissed, and touched them right in front of "me," trying to provoke the hot-tempered, jealous wife he remembered.

But he failed. Because "I" was nothing more than a machine.

The android's core directive was simple: love Ethan unconditionally and obey all commands.

So, "I" showed zero anger or jealousy.

Instead, "I" would politely greet his mistresses at the door. "I" would even brew tea and pour it for them while they cuddled on the sofa.

Wasn't this exactly the kind of woman Ethan always claimed he wanted? Submissive, understanding, drama-free, and never nagging?

He had the perfect wife he asked for. So why was he still so angry?