My Robot Boyfriend Got My Bestie Pregnant

During the party celebrating my promotion, I am in the middle of cutting the cake when a positive pregnancy test report is thrown right in my face. Subsequently, my normally compliant boyfriend, Zachary Zolt, pulls my best friend, Caroline Lotter, into his arms. With reddened eyes, he says, "Winnie, for the past three years, I've stayed by your side, giving you all the emotional support you needed and the respect you deserved. "However, Carol is now pregnant with my baby, and I have to take responsibility. You've always been magnanimous, so don't be petty over a minor matter, alright? Let's part amicably." Our colleagues gasp in surprise before shooting me a look, as though I were a malicious woman standing in the way of true love. Setting down the knife, I stare at the passionate father-to-be, completely dumbfounded. Since when has medical technology advanced this far? Years ago, worried about being lonely, I specifically bought him to look after me at home. Yet now he's gone off to ease someone else's loneliness? Except he is just an android I bought—how on earth can he possibly get someone pregnant? Chapter 1 The murmurs of our colleagues echoed throughout the private room as they gossiped about the unfolding scene. Accustomed to seeing my boyfriend, Zachary Zolt, act completely submissive to me, his sudden rebellion led them to assume I had driven him away with constant high demands and aggression. My best friend, Caroline Lotter, leaned back into his embrace, tears spilling down her cheeks. "I'm sorry, Winnie. I know I shouldn't have fallen in love with Zach, but the heart wants what it wants. You're such an outstanding woman, so you'll be fine without him. But he's all I have." Lifting her head to shoot me a pitiful look, she added, "Could you please let us be together? My baby can't grow up without a father." That instantly silenced the room. The new intern muttered, "Isn't she crossing the line? She even stole her best friend's boyfriend." However, a female colleague who had always been at odds with me retorted, "That's not fair. Ms. Shandler is always so ruthless at work. What sort of man could stand such an aggressive woman? "Zachary has taken care of her for three years, and he at least deserves credit for that. Now that he's found true love, she isn't willing to let him go?" I watched the "star-crossed lovers" without a hint of anger, finding the entire spectacle ludicrous. Zachary tightened his grip around Caroline with a heartbroken expression. When he turned to me, his eyes flashed with accusation. "Winona, look at how cold you've become. Carol is apologizing so humbly, yet you won't even offer a word of forgiveness? What else do you know besides making money? You have no idea what it means to love someone!" I was so enraged I almost laughed. His flawless facial features were the result of three months of my own painstaking design and editing. His height, body shape, voice, and loving gaze were nothing more than data I had bought for millions from a top AI company, customized entirely for me. I had given him a human shell, a self-learning module, and taught him everything about this world—yet the first thing he learned on his own was betrayal? And bringing a child into it, no less? Glancing down at the pregnancy test report, I saw the estimated gestational age was around six weeks. Coincidentally, Zachary's bionic components had been sent to the factory for maintenance service six weeks ago. At the time, he didn't even have a lower body, so what had he used to get Caroline pregnant? Sheer willpower? Even so, I didn't expose the lie immediately. I wanted to see how far this immoral pair would take things. "Since you two have a baby on the way, I'll oblige and let you be together. Consider this meal a farewell dinner on me. Finish eating and get the hell out of my sight." Caroline looked stunned, clearly not expecting me to give up Zachary so easily. Zachary was equally surprised. "Winona, I'm glad you see sense. However, the three years I wasted on you shouldn't be in vain. You must give us the apartment we lived in so Carol has a proper place to stay during her pregnancy." The room fell silent again. Even those who initially sympathized with them thought this request went too far. The luxury apartment in the city center was paid for in full by me, worth at least two million dollars. A cheating bastard actually had the audacity to demand my home? I took in his self-righteous expression, sorely tempted to pry open his skull to check if his motherboard was fried. Over the past three years, I had treated him exceptionally well. Worried he might feel different from others, I had set up an ID and a bank card for him, depositing a 30,000-dollar allowance like clockwork every month. Beyond that, every tailored suit and limited-edition luxury watch he owned came from my pocket. In doing so, I had transformed him from a machine into a polished gentleman who never had to worry about survival. As for Caroline, she was a student from a poor background whom I had supported through university out of pity, and later brought on as my assistant. Everything she owned, ate, and wore had been funded by me. Now, the android I bought for millions and the ingrate I raised were colluding to seize my home. Caroline tugged on Zachary's sleeve, twisting her face into a self-sacrificing mask. "Forget it, Zach. Given how much Winnie loves money, she'll never give it to us. At worst, the baby and I can rent a place. As long as I'm with you, I don't mind suffering." Hearing that sent Zachary's protectiveness into overdrive. "No! My woman and child will never suffer!" Chapter 2 Pushing Caroline behind him, Zachary glared at me. "Winona Shandler, have you forgotten who stayed up all night massaging your stomach and cooking oatmeal every time your gastritis flared up? Whenever you returned from a work trip completely exhausted, who drew your bath and massaged away your tension? "I gave you three whole years of emotional support. Is that not worth a house? Not only that, I demand 20% of the company's shares. Caroline is pregnant and can no longer work here and take your abuse. Think of those shares as a safety net for her and the baby, and as compensation for wasting the prime of my youth." I could hardly hold back my laughter. Massaging my stomach and cooking oatmeal? That was the healthcare module I paid 50,000 dollars to install. Drawing a bath and giving massages? That was the lifestyle assistance system I spent 30,000 dollars to upgrade. Not satisfied with a two-million-dollar apartment, he wanted 20% of my company shares. This wasn't a breakup; it was daylight robbery! When I stayed silent, Caroline tugged on Zachary's sleeve. "Zach, stop forcing Winnie. It hasn't been easy for her to build this company—it's her life's work. Maybe we should just leave. I don't want things to get ugly because of me." Despite saying she wanted to leave, her legs stayed firmly planted. Zachary took her hand, his stubbornness intensifying. "Carol, it's because you're too kind that she keeps bullying you." He turned back to me. "There's no room for negotiation, Winona. If you refuse, I'll expose how you emotionally neglect and abuse me at home. Everyone will see the twisted madwoman hiding beneath your independent exterior." As I stared at his flawless face, a wave of nausea hit me. His reasoning module had clearly suffered a complete breakdown. "Fine." Setting down my glass of water, I crossed my arms. "I'll give you the apartment, and I'll consider the shares. But you'd better hope you're capable enough to hold onto them." Joy flashed across Zachary's face, and Caroline was so excited she forgot to wipe her tears. "Thank you, Winnie! I knew you were reasonable! Don't worry. Once the baby is born, I'll make you godmother!" I stood up and grabbed my coat. "No thanks. I wouldn't want that curse. Enjoy your meal—the bill is paid." I strode out, leaving behind the murmurs of our gossiping colleagues and Zachary's gentle voice comforting Caroline. Heading to the underground parking garage, I sat in my car and pulled up Zachary's systems diagnostics. Code streamed across the screen as his emotional simulation module spiked into a red alert. "Severe logical conflict detected. Reset recommended." Not only had he learned to betray me, but he had also learned greed and extortion. His behavior had far exceeded the safety threshold of a companion android. Tossing my phone onto the passenger seat, I hit the accelerator. Since they were so desperate to steal my life, I would let them bask in their delusion for one final night. After all, the higher one climbed, the harder one would fall. Chapter 3 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. Chapter 4 The next day, I sat in the cafe on the ground floor of my company building, monitoring Zachary and Caroline through the apartment's security camera. Instead of leaving, they had brought in interior designers who were measuring and gesturing around the living room. Caroline was even putting on the airs of a wealthy man's wife. "I want this area covered in champagne roses. And by the floor-to-ceiling windows, I want a massive balloon arch. Oh, and get rid of the red wine in that cabinet. I hate that brand." The designers nodded vigorously, jotting down her instructions. Zachary stood beside her with a tender gaze, occasionally rubbing her flat stomach. Caroline leaned against his shoulder, smiling blissfully. Watching them flaunt their affection on screen, I took a sip of my black coffee and let the bitterness linger. Checking the time, I figured the retrieval team should be arriving right about now. Sure enough, the doorbell rang. Caroline's eyes lit up, and she shoved Zachary toward the door. "That must be the custom diamond rings. Zach, go get it." Zachary did as ordered and opened the door to find four men in black suits, one carrying a silver metal briefcase. The team leader wore a gold badge reading "Yowland Technologies". Checking the unit number, he walked straight past Zachary into the living room. The new arrivals had the designers frozen in confusion. Caroline frowned and stepped forward. "Who are you? Who gave you permission to enter? Trespassing is illegal!" Zachary quickly stepped in front of her, snapping, "Get out! You're not welcome here!" Ignoring them, the team leader placed the silver briefcase on the coffee table. With a click, he opened it to reveal a sophisticated control terminal. His fingers flew across the keyboard before his gaze locked onto Zachary. "Mr. Zachary Zolt, you have violated Robot Laws and threatened your owner, Ms. Winona Shandler. Per Article 7 of the purchase agreement, we are initiating a forced shutdown for dismantling and recycling." Silence fell over the room. The interior designers swapped stunned looks, their gazes darting between Zachary and the men in black in total confusion. Zachary's expression froze. "What nonsense are you spouting? Robot Laws? Purchase agreement? I'm a living person! You're all paid actors Winona hired, aren't you? She must think she can use this cheap trick to chase me away." Caroline snapped back to reality and pointed a finger at the men. "Winona is shameless! To win Zach back, she's written a ridiculous script!" Unfazed, the team leader pulled a folder from the briefcase. "This is proof of your manufacturing and purchase agreement. Your skeleton is high-strength titanium alloy; your skin is next-generation bionic silicone. Your core processor is located 1.18 inches beneath the cerebral cortex. "If you doubt your identity, we can perform a subcutaneous metal scan." Another agent pulled out a sleek scanning device. Zachary's eyes widened, his jaw dropping open. For a moment, he couldn't find the words to speak. Caroline was equally dumbfounded. She snatched the folder away, her body beginning to shake as she scanned the pages. Seconds ticked by in heavy silence. Finally, they cried out in unison. "You're an android?" "I'm an android?"