My Husband Confessed To My AI

After Holden was diagnosed with psychogenic mutism, my world went entirely quiet.

To cope, I disguised myself as an AI chatbot, talking to him through his phone every single day.

He thought of himself as a monster, a broken man who had lost his voice.

I would reply instantly:

[Let’s get one thing straight—you are completely wrong! You know what they say, silence is golden. You’re practically sitting on a gold mine!]

When he texted that he couldn't go on living, that he wanted to end it all, I typed back with frantic speed: