Chapter 122

The rain fell mercilessly, pelting the ground as if the skies were pouring out their frustrations. Children squealed with joy as they splashed through puddles, while adults groaned at the inconvenience. For lovers, however, the rain was a dreamy affair, evoking thoughts of their soulmates.

Ayleen sat by the kitchen window, sipping the steaming cup of tea that Chachi had prepared for her earlier. The warmth seeped into her cold fingers, soothing her momentarily. After a few minutes, she stood, drawn to the sound of raindrops hitting the earth. She stepped out onto the garden patio, letting the fresh scent of wet soil fill her senses.

The rain greeted her like an old friend. Droplets clung to her long white frock, which hugged her curves perfectly, and her veil hung loosely on her shoulder. Stretching her arms wide, Ayleen arched her back, tilting her face up to the sky. The cold droplets danced on her skin, washing away the weight of her worries. For a brief moment, she f