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.