The Pregnant Rival and My Impossible Love

My perfect life with Liam felt like a dream – his gentle smile, his warm touch, a love so complete it seemed too good to be true.

Then the system alerts began: Affection Level: Liam +5.

This wasn't real.

My memories screamed of labs and blinding flashes; I was trapped in a cognitive simulation, a prison crafted by NexusMind.

Every loving word, every tender moment was a lie, meticulously programmed to control me.

The torturous truth emerged: Liam wasn't programmed just for me.