A cheeky smile pulled at the edges of Abigail's mouth as she ended her conversation with Vivian. The plan was set, and her anticipation grew.
"I am eager to see how you will react, my dear husband," she mused quietly to herself, her eyes dancing with playful determination.
The footsteps behind her caught her attention. Her playful demeanor was shifted to an indifferent one.
Abigail knew Christopher was approaching, but she didn't turn to look at him. Instead, she kept her gaze fixed on the tranquil scene before her—the gentle rain falling on the lush greenery of the backyard, washing away all the dirt and grime, leaving everything looking refreshed and new.
Glistening droplets graced the paved walkway, trees, and plants. The sound of raindrops created a soothing rhythm. The air was cold, and Abigail hugged herself to get some warmth.
