Giving birth to a daughter sent my life spiraling. My husband, Mike, cursed me, hit me, and I sank into a pit of despair, crying myself sick every day. Then, when I thought I couldn't take anymore, I suddenly found myself transported to a Reversed World. And I got to bring my husband along for the ride. 01 It happened by chance – I won a one-year trip to the Reversed World. This place was flipped: women were the breadwinners, the ones in charge. Men stayed home, did chores, and had the babies. When I crossed over, I got a bonus – I could bring one person with me. Without a second thought, I chose Mike. I came to, finding Mike kneeling beside me. My own mom, who usually tiptoed around Mike back in our world, was now standing over him, yelling, "You useless piece of trash! Can't even get pregnant! What good are you to us? "All these years, and you can't manage to have one kid! "Tell me, is that belly of yours just for show?" Mom wasn't done. After the yelling, she slapped him hard across the face. The sharp crack echoed in the room. Just hearing it sent a jolt of dark satisfaction through me. After all these years, Mike, you finally got yours. That slap seemed to jolt Mike awake, the Mike who'd traveled here with me. He blinked, confused, glanced my way, then exploded, "What the hell is wrong with you people?!" Mom went ballistic. "What? Say that again!" Mike didn't even look at her. He stood up and came straight for me. Maybe it was years of ingrained fear, but I instinctively flinched back. Before he could take another step, Mom swung her hand again, aiming for his face. Mike caught her arm, snarling, "Crazy old hag! Are you trying to start something?" That pushed Mom over the edge. She lifted her foot to kick him square in the stomach. I saw a smirk flicker on Mike's face. Pure contempt. He was a boxing coach back home; what could Mom's little kick do to him? He didn't even try to dodge. He just let her foot connect with his gut. !!! What happened next blew my mind all over again. Mike flew backward like he'd been shot out of a cannon, his head cracking hard against the corner of the table behind him. In this Reversed World, women were way stronger than men. Mike might be big and muscular, but here, he was easily overpowered. Back in our world, Mike had hit me plenty. As I felt a little urge to join in myself, Mom grabbed Mike by the collar and smacked him hard. "Useless waste! Can't have kids, can't earn decent money, just sit around eating all day!" Mike glared at Mom, his eyes burning with rage. He'd never been humiliated like this, especially not by my mother. He tried to fight back, but realized with shock that he was completely powerless against her. He could only lie there, pinned. 2 Just then, the door opened, and our neighbor, Nancy, walked in. Seeing Mom laying into Mike, a knowing smile spread across Nancy’s face. She said, "Your man's always been trouble. I told you, you need to discipline him properly, but you never listen!" Mike stared at Nancy, bewildered. Before he could say anything, Mom slapped him again. "Who told you to look! Pathetic!" If looks could kill, Mom would have been dead a thousand times over from Mike's glare. He ground out through clenched teeth, "You just wait. I'll kill you!" "Ooh! Hear that? Thinking of rebelling, are we?" Before Mom could react, I rushed over to Mike. I looked him up and down with mock concern, grabbed a handful of his hair with one hand, and slapped him hard across the face with the other. Five times. Beating up a defenseless Mike? I felt zero guilt. In fact, deep down, there was a thrill, a dark pleasure of revenge. Because for years, this was exactly how he had treated me. I expected him to spit out threats, but instead, he threw up. Violently, uncontrollably. The sight of the mess on the floor made my own stomach churn. Mom, who'd been on the verge of exploding again, now looked at Mike with confusion. She glanced at me meaningfully and asked, "Is your man pregnant?" "Pregnant?" The word was so familiar. I'd carried our daughter for ten months myself. But hearing it applied to Mike… It was… novel. Tentatively, I asked Mom, "He's pregnant?" Mom rolled her eyes at me and tapped my head. "Your own man is pregnant, and you don't even know?" I rubbed my head, feeling a bit sheepish. Before I could reply, Nancy chimed in, "Well, it's Megan's first time marrying a man. It's normal she doesn't have experience. "If this one keeps acting up, just divorce him and marry again. You'll know better next time." This Reversed World? I was starting to seriously dig it. Before I could even process my excitement, Mom was urging me, "What are you standing there gawking for? Get your man to the clinic for a check-up! He's been freeloading off us for years; it's about time he gave us a daughter!" Mom finished, then smiled at Nancy. "When you have time later, maybe you can introduce Megan to a good man!" Nancy just grinned, nodded, and patted her chest like it was already done. 3 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…
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