My Husband Bought an AI Nanny The day unfolded with a casual click on the home security camera. There, in the kitchen, my husband and the AI nanny were sharing an intimate moment, feeding each other with a familiarity that burned. I watched as the nanny glanced up at me through the camera lens. There was a mischievous sparkle in her eyes as if she was putting on a private show for me. Later, my husband stood by, a spectator to the AI nanny’s dismantling of my being, piece by piece. His words, cold and final, echoed, “You’ll never understand me, not until you die.” But in rebirth, I did. Men who betrayed their wives deserved to be stomped out like the vile vermin!
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