The Algorithm of Revenge

Summary

"Honestly, you're kind of ugly," my husband of seven years said, staring coldly at my tear-streaked face. "And when you cry, you look even worse."

With that, he walked out and slept in the study again.

But his wife, the one who cried too much, had already swallowed a bottle of Paraquat and exited this world.

I am the new Strategy AI sent to take her place.

"System," I asked, "how many points did the last host leave me?"