Part 3Born into the Wrong World

After Nancy and Mom left, it was just Mike and me.

I looked at him, a mocking smile playing on my lips. "Pissed?"

Mike had just caught his breath. He spat through gritted teeth, "Megan King, you just wait! I swear to god, I'll fucking kill you!"

He’d crossed over with me into this upside-down world. The shock must be massive; he probably needed time to process.

So, I didn't get angry. Instead, I smiled sweetly. "Come on, let's go to the clinic and get you checked out. See if you really are pregnant.

"Tsk, tsk. A pregnant man! Just thinking about it is… exciting!"

Hearing my taunt, Mike didn't answer. He just sat there on the floor, refusing to move.

Seeing this, I simply grabbed his ankles and started dragging him towards the door.

Mike yelled, "Megan, let me go! Megan, I'm not going, do you hear me!"

I acted like I couldn't hear him, dragged him outside, and shoved him into the car. I used the seatbelts to strap his arms and legs down.

Done, I dusted off my hands, feeling surprisingly satisfied.

I couldn't believe I’d just manhandled my over-six-foot, muscular husband like he weighed nothing.

A grin spread across my face. Yeah, I was definitely starting to like this world.

Under my duress, Mike "willingly" underwent an ultrasound and a urine test.

The doctor confirmed it: Mike was pregnant.

Having just arrived here, Mike couldn't accept it.

He grabbed the doctor's hands desperately. "Doctor, you must be mistaken! I'm not even from this world! How could I possibly be pregnant?!"

The doctor, a woman, pulled her hands free and shot me a disgusted look. "Control your man. Doesn't he have any manners? Haven't you trained him properly yet?"

"Stupid bitch! What the hell did you just say! Say that again if you dare!"

The doctor's words set Mike off immediately.

He started rolling up his sleeves like he was about to clock her one.

The doctor's eyebrows furrowed, her knuckles cracking as she clenched her fist.

Before she could react, I yanked Mike back, slapped him across the face again, and clamped my hand over his mouth.

"I'm so sorry, Doctor. It must be his first pregnancy; he's not quite himself. Please don't mind him. Really, I'm so sorry."

With that, I dragged Mike out of the examination room as fast as I could.

On the drive home, Mike, stuck in the back seat, kept yelling at me, "Megan, tell me how to get back to the real world! Now!"

I ignored him, a secret smile playing on my lips.

Go back? Not a chance!

Now that I finally got you here to experience what I went through, you think I'm just going to let you go back easily?

When I didn't answer, Mike kept ranting, "Megan, you take me to get rid of this kid right now! If you don't take me to get an abortion, I'll kill you first, and then I'll kill this… this thing!"

Hearing that, something inside me snapped.

Back in our world, he was always threatening to kill me. Now that he was in my power, he was still acting this arrogant? He was really asking for it.

I slammed on the brakes, pulled over, yanked open the back door, and dragged Mike out of the car.

He didn't get it, thought maybe I was letting him go or taking him for the abortion. He yelled frantically, "Hurry the fuck up! Get rid of the kid and let me go back, or else—"

I slapped him hard across the face, cutting him off mid-sentence.

I grabbed his hair with one hand and used the other to hit his face again and again.

As I hit him, I threw his own words back at him, "Son of a bitch! You ungrateful piece of shit! Give you an inch and you take a fucking mile! You goddamn bastard…"

The more I hit, the better I felt. The more I cursed, the more satisfying it was.

After more than ten slaps, I finally stopped. I looked at his slightly swollen cheek. I felt no guilt.

I needed to beat some sense into him!

Make him understand just how monstrous his actions were back in our world!

"Mike Miller! What do you mean, 'let you go back'? I don't know what you're talking about. Don't think being pregnant gives you a free pass to act crazy, understand? Or else, I'll fucking kill you!"

I even patted his swollen cheek as I said it.

I noticed his body tremble slightly when my palm touched his face.

Just like I used to tremble. Was he finally scared of me?

The thought popped into my head.

So, he was afraid of being hit…