Avenging My Abusive Adopted Mother

Chapter 1

[1]

I was an adopted daughter. To repay my adoptive parents, I never contacted my biological parents, not even to claim the inheritance they left after their death, just to avoid hurting my adoptive mother.

Then came the heatwave apocalypse.

My family found a traditional remedy for Davina to ensure she would have a son. Davina looked disgusted by the remedy. I took the opportunity to say that it wasn't a good time to have children. Davina secretly disposed of the remedy after hearing my advice.

Less than a week after the natural disaster struck, there was an artificial rainfall. My family thought the disaster was about to end. They found out that Davina had discarded the remedy because of my advice. They all blamed me for ending the family line and kicked me out of the house.

Soon, I died from the scorching heat.

In my next life, I inherited a large sum of money and used it to build a safe house. I wanted them to watch me enjoy the air conditioning and gourmet meals while I watched them face their demise.

[2]

After hanging up Mr. Smith's call, his words still echoed in my ears: "Your biological mother has passed away and left you an inheritance..."

I was adopted by my mom, who always told me to be grateful and repay kindness. Therefore, I couldn't have any contact with my biological mother; that was the true way to honor my adoptive mother.

"It's raining! It's raining!"

The raindrops pelted down outside, growing heavier and heavier. Cheers erupted both inside and outside the house, pulling me back to reality.

Davina suddenly turned her head, her smile vanishing as she glared at me with hatred, stepping closer with each word.

"Mary, you said this heatwave would last at least three months. I listened to you and gave up on having a son. Now look, it's raining, and the disaster ended in less than a week. Why did you do this to me?"

Everyone turned to look at me, their smiles fading.

My mom clapped her hands and wailed, "My precious grandson!"

"You owe me a son!" Davina lunged at me.

Panicking, I ran back to my room and locked the door.

Davina and my mom banged on the door, demanding I compensate them for their son and precious grandson.

Just then, after days of no signal, my phone received a message from the community.

It turned out to be man-made rain, meant to cool things down and provide some water, as we continued to face the disaster.

I loudly explained the situation to those outside, but it only fueled their anger.

"Man-made rain is a good sign. The disaster will end soon. The government won't abandon us. A little rain every few days is nothing to fear."

"What nonsense about an endless heatwave! I spent a fortune on charms and remedies from the pastor, and now they're useless because I missed the timing. My precious grandson!"

"Mary, why did I listen to you? I hate myself."

Davina hit herself in frustration.

Everyone rushed to stop her, while my brother shouted for me to come out and apologize.

My mom yelled even louder, "If saying sorry fixed everything, we wouldn't need the police! I knew this wretch was a bad luck charm, a curse, with a black heart. We should never have adopted her; we should have left her to fend for herself on the streets."

Chapter 2

Outside, the situation was so dire that I didn't dare to go out. Then, I stumbled upon a post from a reliable expert I had followed for years: "Collect rainwater using any containers you have at home. The disaster is ongoing, and it's going to get worse."

I immediately dropped everything and opened the door to tell everyone to collect rainwater. But what I saw was Davina lying weakly on the sofa, with the whole family gathered around her, comforting her.

"You did this on purpose," Davina snapped at me with hatred, turning her head away to avoid looking at me.

"What more harm do you want to bring upon us?" my father stormed towards me, his face red with anger.

I shrank back in fear. "I didn't harm you. Everything I said is true."

No matter how much I tried to explain, they just wouldn't believe me. They were convinced I was trying to harm them, holding a grudge from my childhood and seizing the opportunity to cut off the family line.

The more I explained, the angrier they became.

"We don't want to see you right now. Just leave. Go hide from your high-temperature disaster."

They collectively pushed me out of the house and slammed the door shut. I knocked on the door, and it opened just long enough for them to throw a bundle out.

I didn't leave the neighborhood. I believed they would realize I was right and eventually accept me back.

Sure enough, that night, the temperature soared. The hallway felt like a furnace. I called my family, but no one answered.

Slowly, the soles of my shoes started to melt. I took them off, but the ground was so hot that I had to keep hopping to avoid burning my feet. I pounded on the door with all my might, but no one opened it.

Before the night was over, I started to lose consciousness. In a daze, I heard voices from inside,

"We've taken care of her for so many years. It's time she repaid us. If she had any sense, she wouldn't come looking for us now, taking up extra resources."

Chapter 3

Davina stared at the bowl of dark, murky blessed water, grimacing. "This is so disgusting. How am I supposed to drink this?"

I pinched myself, still in disbelief that I had been given a second chance at life.

The bowl contained water in which a piece of paper with protective symbols, purchased at a high price by my mother from a pastor in a distant village, had been burned. It was said that if you drank this water on July 7th and continued taking the pastor's secret pills for forty-nine days, you were guaranteed to have twin sons.

I never believed in such things, but in my previous life, a catastrophic heatwave, a rare and extreme weather event, was imminent, expected to last at least three months.

The heatwave was likely to trigger other geological disasters like earthquakes and tsunamis. After such a catastrophe, a major epidemic was expected to follow.

During this period, the living conditions would be extremely harsh, and both supplies and medical resources would be in severe shortage. It would be a significant challenge even for healthy adults, let alone for pregnant women and newborns.

So, I advised that it would be better to wait until after the disaster to have children.

Davina, having listened to my advice, secretly poured out the blessed water and only told the family a few days later that she hadn't drunk it.

I was severely reprimanded by the family. Then the terrifying heatwave struck, with temperatures rising day by day, prices soaring, and people dying continuously. The news kept reminding citizens to prepare actively. They didn't do anything to me until induced rainfall came...

In this life, I would no longer involve myself in anyone's fate. I would give them a taste of their own medicine, twice over.