After the Storm, A Rainbow of Love

In my past life, my teacher, Emily, climbed the social ladder by currying favor with me and eventually became my stepmother.

Who would have thought that after marrying Michael and getting pregnant, she would conspire with others to poison me and leave my body in the wilderness, all to make her unborn child the family heir.

When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn.

This time, I won't let her rise to power at my expense. I will make her life a living hell.

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My mother died in childbirth, but Michael didn't plan to remarry.

It wasn't because he was particularly faithful to my mother. Their marriage was a business alliance, with no real feelings involved.

He just thought that with an heir already in place, a wife was unnecessary.

During my full-month celebration, Michael publicly announced in front of all the elites in Northbridge that I was the sole heir to the Taylor family.

Michael doted on me to the extent that he would give me the stars if I asked for. My grandmother, Linda, adored me, treating me like her precious gem, showering me with endless love and affection.

But as a child, I still longed for motherly love.

When I was five, our family hired a piano teacher, Emily. She was gentle and caring, warming my little heart with a motherly touch.

No one have guessed that her kindness was just a ploy to gain favor with Michael and become his wife, Mrs. Taylor.

She drugged Michael with an aphrodisiac and had a one-night stand with him.

She thought this would make Michael marry her, but she miscalculated.

Michael was a philanderer with many lovers outside, having seen and experienced all sorts of women and their tricks.

He saw through Emily's clumsy scheme but didn't mind, planning to give her some money to dismiss her.

Emily, of course, was unwilling to leave. She cried to me, saying she would soon have to leave.

Her meticulous care and companionship over time had made me dependent on her.

I didn't want her to go, so she took the opportunity to plead with me to ask Michael to marry her so that she could stay with me.

At that time, my brain was not fully developed, and I was swayed by her, throwing tantrums and demanding she become my stepmother.

Michael didn't want to marry her, but he couldn't stand my hunger strike and softened his heart, agreeing to my request. Emily got her wish and became Mrs. Taylor.

But they only got the marriage certificate and didn't make it public.

She acted very well, treating me with the same kindness for ten years, and I genuinely came to see her as my mother.

Later, she became pregnant. To ensure her child would become the Taylor family heir, she deliberately made me ingest almonds, to which I was severely allergic, leading to shock. She then conspired with outsiders to have me kidnapped, planning to abandon my body in the wilderness.

When they were moving me to the trunk, I briefly regained consciousness and clearly heard her conspiring with the kidnappers.

Only then did I see her true colors, but I was dying from the untreated allergic reaction.

Although I knew Michael would avenge me, I was still unwilling to die like that.

Fortunately, heaven had mercy on me and gave me a chance to be reborn and take my revenge.

Before I died, I saw a flash of white light and then passed out.

I heard a familiar, cold male voice by my ear.

When I tried to open my eyes, I saw Michael holding me in his arms, playing with my chubby little hand. His eyes were cold as he looked at Emily, who was kneeling on the ground. He spoke nonchalantly.