The Robot Mistress Exposing My Cheating Husband

I brought the impoverished college student I'd sponsored for three years into my home.

She was well-behaved, sensible, and her emotional responses were calibrated to perfection. When dealing with complex feelings, she always performed exactly as required.

In just five days, my husband couldn't take his eyes off her.

He claimed I was too intense, too rigid—nothing like the gentle, understanding Caroline Dickerson.

My in-laws held her hand and showered her with meticulous care, treating this stranger more like a cherished daughter-in-law than the woman who had served them for years.