Shimmering Lights Paint The Night Sky
As the most well-known weather forecaster in the city, my forecasts were always wrong.
Over time, everyone caught on.
In this city, whether it rained or snowed depended entirely on the emotions of Cody Harper's lover.
One moment, I'm on air announcing "moderate to heavy snow," but the next, the clouds in the sky parted and cleared.
My boss openly mocked me.
"You used to be the most popular presenter at our station, but not anymore, huh? Your husband’s throwing money around to manipulate the weather. What's the point of you reporting the forecast?"
A coworker ruthlessly added, "I heard her husband's new lover doesn't like the cold, so there probably won't be any snow in the city for half a year. I think she's gonna be hit with a lot of fines."
Clutching over a dozen penalty notices, I remained silent.
When I got home, I tossed the penalty notices at Cody expressionlessly.
"Clean up your own mess. I'm tired of being Mrs. Harper. I quit."