I ordered a car to work like I do every weekday. The app opened, the profile picture loaded, and my whole marriage rearranged itself in three seconds.

I was making coffee while my husband ran his big presentation from the next room. Then a coworker messaged me, and I looked closer at the screen.

She thought the only thing breaking the quiet of her backyard that evening would be the podcast she had pressed play on. Then his car pulled in.

I came home with a screenshot that ended us. Within an hour she had turned my heartbreak into my emergency, and I almost let her.

I only bought the camera to watch the cat eat. One slow Tuesday afternoon I opened the app and saw a woman I had never met walking through my living room.

He blamed late shifts for the empty side of the bed. The navigation app remembered every turn he swore he never took.