My husband had been having an affair for a long time.
His partner was my junior colleague.
They laughed at the desperate days I spent trying to conceive, and that night, right before my eyes, they flaunted their affair.
—That night, my heart shattered with a resounding crash.
On that night of utter despair, I met a younger man cloaked in an air of mysterious allure.
Touched by his kindness, I surrendered my heart and body to him—just once.
It was supposed to be a one-night encounter, never to happen again… or so I thought.
But a few days later, I saw him again.
His name is Amane.
He’s a student at the high school where I teach.
A “sweet rain” I must never let drench me—
And yet, this rain gently, sweetly begins to stir my heart,
which should have been broken beyond repair…