Reborn as the Villain's Mother

Rain lashed against the windows, a dismal soundtrack to the end of everything. Enrique, nursing a bottle and a broken heart, sat on a park bench, the downpour mirroring his despair. Years of dedication, shattered by a simple, biological impossibility. He envied the families passing by, the simple joy of a child.

Rising with a reckless abandon, he stepped into the path of an oncoming truck, a desperate plea escaping his lips. "Take me!"

Instead of impact, a blinding light. He found himself in a sterile white room, the air thick with unfamiliar scents. Two women hovered, their faces a blur of concern. Then came the pain, sharp and undeniable in his lower body.

He looked down, a swollen belly staring back. Pushing, screaming, a primal force taking over. "URGGHHHH!!"

The world swam, voices muffled, until a soft cry cut through the haze. A baby. In his arms. He looked down, a wave of confusion and disbelief washing over him. He was a man. Yet, he had just given birth. The baby's features struck him – a chilling resemblance to an illustration from a novel he wished he'd forgotten.

The midwife's words, though gentle, did little to quell the rising panic. He was Ishley Emmet Siegel, the male mother of the villain. And his life, as he knew it, was over. His baby, the spitting image of a fictional character, stirred in his arms, unaware of the twisted fate that awaited him.