Wired For His Betrayal

The cold silver wires felt like ice against my skin, a stark contrast to the familiar warmth of my lab.

Three years of my life, three years of marriage, were supposed to lead to our shared triumph, not this.

Not me strapped to a chair in our penthouse, the neural interface humming ominously as it pressed against my temple.

This was Mark' s project, but it was my creation.

The MindSync algorithm was my soul, coded into existence.

I, Ava Green, a software engineer who believed in technology that could connect people, had designed it to personalize user experience on a level never seen…