The GPS Took Me to His Mistress Instead

My husband was taking me out to dinner. The moment we got into his new car, he casually gave a voice command to the console:

"Navigate to our usual spot."

The screen flashed, and the GPS immediately pinned a famous, high-end organic bistro known exclusively for its curated maternity menu.

I looked at him, completely confused.

"I thought we were going to that Omakase place downtown?"

Julian’s face stiffened for a microsecond. Then, he let out a casual laugh and swiped the screen to cancel the route.