“Five days before my wedding to the most feared Mafia Don in New York, I breached his private server. I didn't find cartel intel. Instead, I found a custom AI bot programmed to auto-reply to my text messages. Beside it rested unencrypted chat logs with his childhood ward, Serena. The messages were a saccharine scroll of warmth and devotion I had never known. For five years, I had poured my heart out to a machine. While he used a script to tell me to stop causing drama, he was busy sending extra guards for Serena because she was scared of the rain. He routinely forgot my lethal seafood allergy, bringing me lobster, yet meticulously tracked Serena's menstrual cycle so she wouldn't touch cold water. On the morning of our Syndicate wedding, my phone lit up with a final message. "Skip the traditional bridal retrieval. I have to escort Serena on her run to keep her calm." I had spent years living in a bulletproof cage, acting as a glorified maid while he gave his humanity entirely to another woman. Why did he build impenetrable security networks for her, but an AI to shut me up? I didn't cry, and I didn't put on my custom bridal gown. Instead, I canceled the venue, uploaded his AI code to the underworld's gossip network, and boarded a flight a thousand miles away. Let him marry his machine.”