After I Die, My Wife Mistakes a Bionic Robot for Me

Three years after my death, the one still by my wife's side was the bionic robot I had painstakingly developed.

It looked exactly like me and had recorded all my mannerisms and habits from when I was alive.

It just never got angry with her.

So my wife didn't notice anything was wrong, but every night she brought a different man home, trying to provoke me and see me driven mad with jealousy.

Until one day, her childhood sweetheart, the one she had always cherished, pushed “me” off the balcony.

My wife was horrified to discover that “I” didn't seem to bleed...