Navigation betrayed her husband's second love
Language: en
Heading to pick up a client, I tapped on my GPS. A sickeningly sweet, overly-familiar female voice cooed from the speaker. “Teeheeheehee, your little helper, Brianna, is excited to start this journey for two with you, almost like eloping, teehee!” I slammed on the brakes, hitting the steering wheel, as the voice continued its syrupy monologue. “There’s a cute little snack shop up ahead that Brianna just *adores*! Please, pretty please, get me some cookies?” I froze, listening to the GPS voice. I immediately called Julian, my husband. “Did you use the Porsche recently?” On the other…