The Secret Wife He Never Knew

Before I died, I used my life's work in robotics to build a bionic replica of myself for my husband.

She had my exact face and body, but none of my temper. She never threw tantrums, never picked fights, and never raised her voice.

Yet my husband, Ethan, had no idea she was actually a machine.

He despised "my" newly submissive and obedient attitude. To provoke me, he constantly brought women home, desperately trying to drive me mad with jealousy. But he never succeeded.

Until one day, his first love—the one who had once walked out on him—threw a cup of scalding coffee right in "my" face.

To Ethan's astonishment, not only did I not scream in pain, but my skin didn't even turn red.

He finally realized that I was already dead.

Chapter 1

Chloe's POV:

The scalding liquid splashed across my face.

I blinked, letting the dark coffee drip down my cheeks.

The young woman holding the empty mug gasped, dramatically covering her mouth in feigned horror. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry! The mug just slipped!"

Her name was Serena. She was Ethan's college sweetheart, the irreplaceable "white swan" of his life.

As "I" stood there in silence, Serena's eyes immediately welled up with tears. "Chloe, don't glare at me like that! I swear, it was just an accident. Ethan, tell her!"

My husband, Ethan, strode over. His face was twisted in disgust, his gaze locked entirely on me.