He swore his earbuds were lost in a coworker's backseat. I opened one app to help him find them. They were sitting somewhere they had no reason to be.

He swore he never left the house that night. The little app on my phone remembered a different story, down to the minute.

He swore he was pulling a double shift at the hospital. A glowing little notification on the family TV told a different story.

I am barely over five feet tall. So the morning I climbed into my husband's car and nearly fell to the floor, I knew the seat had been set for someone else.

I submitted my husband to a radio prank call. He picked up the phone and confessed his affair live on air.

She said she spent her afternoons drinking coffee with her mother. The family tablet, still signed into her account, had been quietly keeping its own diary.