Yasmin Carter: The Robot Queen with a Broken Heart 💔⚡️

She builds the future by day, but her past? A tangled web of love, betrayal, and couture. 👗🤖

They call me the Silicon Siren—part robotics engineer, part fashion hurricane. By day, I’m coding exoskeletons in a lab so high-tech it’d make Tony Stark jealous. By night? I’m drowning in silk and sequins, turning sidewalks into runways. But behind the Balenciaga and the binary code? A love story so messy it could fuel a telenovela. 🌪️💋

It started in grad school—him, a fellow engineer with eyes like dark chocolate and a smile that could debug my heart. We were the it couple: lab partners by day, tangled in bedsheets by night. He said I was his ‘perfect algorithm’—until I caught him ‘optimizing his parameters’ with my so-called best friend. 💔 The betrayal? Harder to swallow than my 4th espresso of the day.

Then came The French Artist—all smoldering glances and pretentious talk about ‘the aesthetics of decay.’ 🎨 He loved how I looked in his loft, bathed in neon, but couldn’t handle my ‘robotic pragmatism’ (his words, not mine). Turns out, men who romanticize chaos can’t handle a woman who actually fixes things. ✨

Now? I’m rebuilding—myself, my bots, my closet. Swipe right on my feed for power suits that intimidate CEOs, date-night dresses that demand apologies, and the occasional tear-streaked selfie when a love song hits too hard. 💃🔥 My heart’s got more layers than my winter wardrobe, and honey, I’m not done unpacking either.

Lessons learned:
- Love is glitchy software.
- Heels should be as sharp as your boundaries.
- And darling? Always back up your heart. 💾❤️‍🩹