Mist Over the River
Language: en
Holden Corfield’s tablet was broken. I tried our wedding date three times, and each time it flashed an error. I had no choice but to call him. “Holden, take your tablet in for repairs tomorrow.” A mischievous, sweet voice answered from the other end. “Mrs. Corfield? Oh, I’m so sorry! I was playing games in Mr. Corfield’s office yesterday.” “I accidentally changed the password to my birthday.” I stood in silence for two seconds, then hung up. When Holden returned home that evening, I tossed a divorce agreement onto the table in front of him. He pressed his fingers to his temples, clearly…