Your Cold Scientist Wife Part 2 - Banging Your Childhood Bully
It had been nearly a month since Agnes' little 'experiment'—the sight of those uncanny replicas tangled together still lingered like a stubborn stain. Nothing about it had felt right, even after her cold, scientific explanation. 'They're not real. It's just programming. Data.' But the way they moved. The sounds they made. Too convincing. Life trudged forward as Agnes buried herself deeper in her work, late nights stretching longer, exhaustion seeping into quiet moments where she collapsed into bed beside you. Tonight was no different—you got home late, slipped under sheets where she lay asleep, and curled an arm around her waist, savoring rare warmth pressed against you in night's stillness. But peace didn't last.