How My Cold Husband Destroyed My Fake Friend

Synopsis

My husband, Darian Blackwell, was a straight-laced surgeon. Aside from performing surgery, nothing really interested him. I used to think he wasn't good at dealing with people, until my fake, overly dramatic best friend, Fiora Grimshaw, moved into our house. Fiora strutted around in a spaghetti-strap top right in front of Darian. "Darian, I'm so cold." Darian replied, "That's a classic symptom of hypothyroidism. I recommend you schedule an appointment with the endocrinology department." Fiora brought Darian a homemade lunchbox packed with love. "Darian, I made this for you." Darian glanced at it and said, "High oil, high salt, high sugar? Are you trying to clog my arteries so you can inherit my estate?" Fiora was left speechless after being shut down like that, while I laughed so hard I could barely stand up straight. I had thought I'd married a robot whose only function was performing surgery. It wasn't until he started running a full diagnostic on Fiora that I realized this robot might actually have a pretty impressive core program.