Part 3My Robot Boyfriend Got My Bestie Pregnant

Half an hour later, I returned home.

Stepping out of the elevator, I spotted several large cardboard boxes scattered along the corridor. My clothes, bags, and skincare products had been tossed outside. Even the important documents I had kept in the study were crumpled and dumped onto the floor.

The apartment door was slightly ajar, and I heard Caroline cooing, "Zach, this couch is so old-fashioned. Let's change it to genuine leather tomorrow.

"Also, about the bed in the master bedroom, I don't want to sleep on anything Winona used. There's a scent of poverty that clings to her. Get someone to throw it all out tomorrow."

Zachary answered gently, "Alright, we'll do as you say. I'll have people clear out all the trash tomorrow. From now on, this is our home, so decorate it however you want."

I pushed open the door and stepped inside. Caroline and Zachary sat in the living room, her head leaning against his chest as they browsed furniture catalogs on a tablet.

Seeing me, they didn't feel a shred of guilt; instead, they looked up as though I were an intruder.

Zachary frowned, his tone dripping with displeasure. "Why are you still here? Didn't you say you would leave us the house? Why come back in the middle of the night? Are you trying to frighten Carol?"

Caroline shrank back in his embrace, feigning fear. "Winnie, don't be mad. I just wanted to change the furniture to things I like. Since this is going to be our place, leaving your stuff here isn't appropriate."

Pointing at the boxes outside, I demanded, "My personal laptop and the company's confidential documents are in there too! How could you just dump them out? This apartment is still under my name. Aren't you being a bit too impatient?"

Zachary stood up with an annoyed scowl. "What's the big fuss over some lousy documents? Do you ever think about anything other than money and work?

"Carol hasn't been feeling well after you gave her a fright today. Hurry up and pack your things, then scram! Stop being an eyesore. Don't forget to transfer ownership tomorrow."

For a moment, I simply stood there, staring at the "perfect boyfriend" I had personally created. Every word he spoke pushed my patience further.

"And if I refuse to leave?"

Zachary's expression darkened, and he shoved me hard.

Caught off guard, I stumbled backward, my spine slamming into the solid wood foyer cabinet. A sharp pain lanced through me. He had actually gotten physical with me over another woman?

I was certain my core programming strictly forbade him from harming his owner. If triggered, the system should have automatically cut off his power source. Yet, he stood before me, completely unaffected. His self-evolution had blown right past the safety protocols.

Behind him, Caroline shouted with fake concern, "Zach, don't hurt her! Winnie did help us in the past. You'd better leave quickly, Winnie. Zach has a terrible temper, and it'd be bad if he hurt you."

Ignoring them, I straightened up and pulled my phone out to dial a secure number.

"Hello, I'm SVIP client Winona Shandler. My custom Unit 01 has developed severe logical instability and exceeded its programming authority, showing signs of aggression. Please send a retrieval team immediately to initiate the mandatory destruction protocol."

After hanging up, I pocketed my phone.

A disdainful sneer crossed Zachary's face. "Winona, what's with the mysterious phone call? What's Unit 01? Do you think you can scare me?"

Caroline piped up, "Winnie, it's useless even if you hired paid actors to pull this stunt. There's no way Zach will change his mind and come back to you. You can't force a relationship and expect to be happy. You really should leave yourself some dignity."

I couldn't be bothered to waste any more time or energy on them. I turned toward the door and picked up the boxes of documents.

"You two better enjoy a good night's sleep. A huge surprise is waiting for you tomorrow."

With that, I pressed the elevator button, shifting the boxes in my arms.