My Android Boyfriend Cheated on Me, So I Initiated Factory Reset

At my promotion and raise celebration dinner, just as I was cutting the cake, a pregnancy report was slapped right onto my face.

Immediately after, my usually sweet and submissive boyfriend, Julian, stood up with red, teary eyes.

He pulled my best friend, Daphne, protectively into his arms. "Chloe, I've been with you for three years.

I gave you all the emotional support and status you wanted." "But now, Daphne is pregnant with my baby. I have to give her and the child a real family.

You've always been the generous one, so don't get petty over this. Let’s just end things on good terms." A collective gasp echoed through the private lounge.

My colleagues looked at me as if I were some evil, coldhearted villain standing in the way of true love.

I set the cake knife down and stared blankly at this deeply emotional, soontobe father. Has medical science really advanced to this miraculous level?

I bought him in the first place because I was lonely and needed someone to take care of me. Instead, he went out and "saved" someone else? There was just one tiny problem.

He is an AI android I purchased. How on earth did he get a human pregnant? Whispers quickly spread among my colleagues in the room.

Everyone was used to seeing Julian obey my every whim. Now that he was suddenly rebelling, they all assumed my bossy attitude had finally pushed him over the edge.

Daphne leaned against his chest, tears streaming down her face like clockwork. "Chloe, I'm so sorry.

I know I shouldn't have fallen for Julian." "But when love hits, nobody can stop it." "You're so successful. Even without Julian, you'll do amazing.

But he’s all I have left." She looked up at me, acting like a kicked puppy. "Please, just let us be together. A baby needs a father." The room went dead silent.

A new intern muttered under her breath, "This is messed up.

Stealing your own best friend's man?" But another female colleague, who had always hated me, immediately snapped back. "Oh, come on.

Boss Vance is always so aggressive and demanding at the office. What man could put up with that?" "Julian took care of her for three years. He deserves some credit.

Now that he’s found real love, is he not allowed to chase his own happiness?" I looked at the trashy duo in front of me. I wasn’t even angry.

I just felt a profound, ridiculous sense of absurdity. Julian gently hugged Daphne tighter. When he turned to look at me, his eyes were full of resentment. "Chloe, look at yourself.

You are so cold and heartless." "Daphne is literally begging for your forgiveness, and you won't even say a single word?" "Aside from making money, what else do you know?

You don't know the first thing about love." I almost laughed out loud.

His flawless, perfect face was something I had spent three whole months designing, pixel by pixel, on my laptop.

His height, his build, his voice—even this deeply passionate expression he was wearing right now—were customized data I bought for ten million dollars from a toptier AI tech corporation.

I gave him a humanoid body and an autonomous learning module. I taught him how to understand the world. And the very first thing he learned was betrayal?

And he somehow managed to make a baby? I looked down at the pregnancy report. It said she was six weeks pregnant.

Six weeks ago, Julian’s biomimetic hardware was actually sent back to the manufacturer for scheduled maintenance. He didn't even have his lower half attached back then.

How did he get Daphne pregnant? Via Bluetooth? I didn't expose his lie on the spot.

I wanted to see how far this trashy couple could take their little show. "Since you guys already have a baby on the way, I'll let you go." "Consider this dinner my parting gift to you.

Now, take your things and get out." Daphne froze, clearly not expecting me to let go so easily.

Julian was also caught off guard. "Chloe, I'm glad you're being reasonable." "But I didn't waste three years of my life for nothing.

The downtown penthouse we've been living in has to go to Daphne so she can rest during her pregnancy." The room went dead silent again.

Even the colleagues who had pitied them a second ago now thought Julian was crossing the line. That luxury penthouse downtown was fully paid for by me.

It was worth over twenty million dollars. And this cheating parasite had the nerve to demand it?

Looking at Julian’s selfrighteous face, I seriously wanted to crack his skull open to see if his motherboard had shortcircuited.

Over the past three years, I had treated him like royalty. Afraid he would feel different from normal humans, I got him a fake ID and a bank account.

Every month, I deposited three hundred thousand dollars of pocket money into his card.

The customtailored suits he wore and the limitededition watches on his wrist were all paid for by my credit cards.

I had packaged him into a perfect, wealthy gentleman who never had to worry about making a living. And Daphne?

She was a charity student my family foundation sponsored back in college.

I felt sorry for her, so I not only paid for her tuition but also hired her as my personal assistant right after graduation.

Her clothes, her food—everything she used—was basically funded by me. And now, the robot I bought and the ungrateful leech I raised had teamed up to steal my penthouse.

Daphne gently tugged Julian’s sleeve, playing the victim. "Julian, forget it. Chloe cares so much about money, she’ll never give it to us." "It's fine.

I can just rent a cheap place with the baby.

As long as I'm with you, I don't mind struggling a bit." Hearing this, Julian’s whiteknight protector instincts instantly flared up. "No way!

My woman and my child will never suffer!"

Julian shielded Daphne and glared at me. "Chloe Vance, don't forget.

Every time your stomach acted up, who stayed up all night massaging it for you?" "Every time you came back from a business trip exhausted, who drew your bath and massaged your shoulders?" "I provided you with emotional value for three years.

Doesn't that deserve a penthouse?" "Not only that, you also need to give us twenty percent of your company's shares." "Daphne is pregnant with my child.

She can't work and take your abuse anymore." "These shares will be financial security for her and the baby.

Consider it my alimony for the years I wasted on you." I literally had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. Massaging my stomach?

That was just the $50,000 Medical Care Module I had installed in him. Drawing baths and massages? That was the $30,000 Home Services Upgrade.

A twentymilliondollar penthouse wasn't enough; now he wanted twenty percent of my company. This wasn't a breakup. This was highway robbery.

Seeing my silence, Daphne tugged Julian’s sleeve again. "Julian, don't force Chloe." "It’s not easy for her to run a business alone. The company is her entire life.

She’ll never give it to us." "Let's just go. I don't want things to get ugly because of me." She said she wanted to leave, but her feet didn't move an inch.

Julian gripped her hand, his attitude getting even more aggressive. "Daphne, you're just too kind. That's why she's always taken advantage of you." "This is nonnegotiable.

Chloe, if you don't agree, I will leak everything to the media—how you abused me, how you gave me the silent treatment at home." "I'll let the whole world see what a sick, twisted psycho you really are behind that successful businesswoman facade!" Looking at his perfectly sculpted face, I suddenly felt disgusted.

His logic processor was clearly completely broken. "Fine." I set my water glass down and crossed my arms on the table. "You can have the penthouse, and I’ll consider the shares." "That is, if you actually have the power to keep them." Julian smirked with joy, and Daphne was so excited she forgot to pretend to cry. "Thank you, Chloe!

I knew you were the most reasonable person!" "Don't worry, when the baby is born, I'll definitely make him your godchild!" I stood up, grabbing my coat from the back of the chair. "No thanks.

I'd like to live a long life." "Enjoy the rest of your dinner. It's already paid for." With that, I walked out of the private room without looking back.

Behind me, I could hear the hushed gossip of my colleagues and Julian’s sweet, comforting voice whispering to Daphne.

I walked down to the parking garage, got into my car, and opened Julian's backend developer app on my phone. Lines of code were flashing rapidly across the screen.

I noticed his emotional simulation module was flashing red: "Severe logic conflict detected. Reset recommended." He had not only learned betrayal, but also greed and blackmail.

This had far exceeded the safety threshold of a companion android. I locked my phone screen and stepped on the gas.

Since they wanted my things so badly, I'd let them be happy for one night. The higher you climb, the harder you fall.

Half an hour later, I arrived home. The moment I stepped out of the elevator, I saw several large cardboard boxes scattered across the hallway.

My designer clothes, bags, and skincare products were carelessly thrown outside. Even some confidential business documents from my study were crumpled up and tossed onto the floor.

The front door was slightly open, and Daphne’s sweet voice drifted out. "Julian, this couch is so tacky.

Let's get a custom leather one tomorrow." "And the bed in the master bedroom... I hate the fact that Chloe slept on it. It smells like cheap ambition.

Let’s throw it all out tomorrow." Julian replied in his warm, soothing tone. "Sure, whatever you want. I'll have movers clear out all this trash tomorrow." "This is our home now.

You can redecorate it however you like." I pushed the door open and walked in. In the living room, Daphne was snuggled up in Julian’s lap.

They were browsing a furniture catalog on an iPad. Seeing me walk in, they didn't even look guilty. Instead, they stared at me with pure arrogance.

Julian frowned, looking annoyed. "Why are you still here?

Didn't we agree you'd leave the penthouse to us?" "Coming back in the middle of the night... are you trying to scare Daphne?" Daphne shrank back into Julian's chest, pretending to be frightened. "Chloe, don't be mad.

I just wanted to change some furniture to my liking." "After all, this is going to be my and Julian's home.

It’s not really appropriate to keep your old things here." I pointed at the boxes outside. "My personal laptop and confidential company files are in those boxes.

You just threw them out like trash?" "This penthouse is still legally under my name.

Aren't you two rushing things a bit?" Julian stood up impatiently. "It's just a few useless documents. What's the big deal?

Is your head filled with nothing but money and work?" "Do you have any idea how much you scared Daphne today?

Her stomach has been hurting because of you." "Pack your trash and get out. Stop being an eyesore.

And remember to sign over the deed tomorrow." I stood my ground, looking at the "perfect boyfriend" I had personally built.

Every single word coming out of his mouth was crossing my line. "And if I refuse to leave?" Julian's face darkened. He stepped forward and shoved me hard.

Caught off guard, I stumbled back two steps, my back slamming hard against the solid wood cabinet in the foyer. A sharp pain shot through my spine. He actually laid a hand on me?

For another woman? In his core programming, there was an absolute primary directive: never harm the creator.

Once this logic was violated, the system was supposed to automatically cut off his power source. But here he was, standing completely fine.

It seemed his selfevolving AI had completely bypassed the security protocols. Daphne fakecalled from behind him. "Julian, don't use force!

Chloe did help us in the past." "Chloe, you should really just leave. Julian has a bad temper.

It wouldn't be good if you got hurt." I ignored them both, stood up straight, and pulled out my phone.

Right in front of them, I dialed a secure, private number. "This is SVIP client Chloe Vance." "My customized Model 01 unit has suffered a severe logic failure and protocol bypass.

It has displayed violent behavior toward its creator." "Send the retrieval team immediately.

Initiate forcetermination and scrap protocol." I hung up and slipped the phone back into my pocket.

Julian sneered. "Chloe Vance, what kind of childish mind games are you playing now?

Model 01?" "Do you honestly think making up some weird story is going to scare me?" Daphne chimed in, mocking me. "Chloe, hiring actors won't work.

Julian is never coming back to you." "You can't force love. Leave with some dignity." I didn't waste another breath on them.

I walked out, picked up the box containing my confidential documents, and pressed the elevator button. "You two better get a good night's sleep." "Because tomorrow, there’s a massive surprise waiting for you." With that, I stepped into the elevator.

The next morning, I sat in the Starbucks downstairs from my office, watching the live security feed on my phone. Julian and Daphne hadn't left.

Instead, they had called over a team of interior designers, pointing and gesturing around my living room.

Daphne was acting like some wealthy billionaire's wife. "I want this area covered in champagne roses, and a massive balloon arch by the French windows..." "Oh, and that wine cellar.

Dump all those bottles. I hate that brand." The designers nodded eagerly, taking notes on their tablets.

Julian watched her affectionately, occasionally stroking her completely flat, nonpregnant stomach. Daphne leaned against his shoulder, looking utterly ecstatic.

Watching their little love fest on my screen, I took a sip of my black coffee. The bitter taste coated my tongue.

According to my watch, the retrieval team should be arriving right about now. Sure enough, on the camera feed, the doorbell rang.

Daphne’s eyes lit up, and she nudged Julian. "That must be the jeweler with my custom diamond ring! Julian, go get the door!" Julian walked over and opened it.

Standing at the door were four men in sharp black suits, carrying silver metal cases.

The leader wore a metallic badge that read "Ztech Robotics." He checked the apartment number, bypassed Julian entirely, and walked straight into the living room.

The interior designers froze at the sight of them. Daphne raised an eyebrow, looking offended. "Who are you people? Who let you in?

Don't you know breaking and entering is illegal?" Julian also blocked Daphne, his voice cold. "Get out. You are not welcome here." The lead agent in black ignored their shouting.

He placed the silver metal case onto the coffee table. With a sharp click, the case popped open, revealing a hightech control terminal inside.

He rapidly typed a sequence of override commands, then looked up, locking his eyes onto Julian. "Mr.

Julian Mercer," "Due to your violation of the Core Robotics Directives and physical assault on your owner, Ms.

Chloe Vance..." "Under Section 7 of the purchase agreement, we are executing an immediate forceshutdown, dismantle, and recall protocol." The room fell dead silent.

The interior designers stared with wide eyes, looking back and forth between Julian and the agent, completely lost. Julian’s face went rigid. "What garbage are you talking about?

Robot? Directives?" "I am a living, breathing human being.

Did Chloe hire you actors to kick me out with this ridiculous stunt?" Daphne finally snapped out of it and pointed at the agents, screaming. "You bunch of scammers, get the hell out before I call the cops!" "Chloe Vance is so desperate!

To get Julian back, she actually fabricated this insane script!" Unmoved, the lead agent pulled a document from the case and held it up right in front of them. "This is your manufacturing certificate and purchase contract." "Your skeleton is made of highstrength titanium alloy.

Your skin is the latest biomimetic silicone.

Your core CPU is located exactly three centimeters beneath your cerebral cortex." "If you doubt your identity, we can perform an immediate subdermal metal scan." As he spoke, another agent pulled out a device that looked like an industrial scanner.

Julian’s pupils contracted. His mouth fell open, but no words came out. Daphne stood frozen. She snatched the document, read it, and her entire body began to shake uncontrollably.

The air in the room seemed to freeze for ten agonizing seconds. Finally, Daphne spoke, her voice trembling. "You... you're a robot?"