From Sl*t to Villain to Trophy Wife.

wasn't I dying?

When he opened his eyes for the first time his first thought was.

Wasn't I dying?

He pretty much remembered the pain and the blood — Holy fucking Jesus he knew in his head that people had a lot of blood but damn when it was leaving his body it look like he had a fucking ocean of blood inside of him — and the people screaming, which rude, if someone had the right to scream was him since he was the one dying, sadly his lung filled with blood and the blood on his mouth wouldn't leave him scream even if he wanted.

But now there wasn't pain, he was just mildly annoyed for the cold.

And of course for the fact that his hand was a lot smaller than what it used to be.

Like damn worrying small.

Like toddler size small.

And he should probably worry about it and the fact he had no clue where the fuck he was— but now? He was confused but mostly drowsy so he decided to take a nap.

Surely he could deal with whatever the fuck was happening later.

.

His mom was here though.

Whatever the fuck here was.

And it wasn't his mom, since the last time he saw her even her best cosmetic couldn't hide the fact that she was older than thirty — She could pass for a twenty eight year old on a good day at best and he was completely grateful for those genes —

This mom, was clearly younger just entering her twenty's.

And she also talked in a strange language, it was close to Chinese but older, he couldn't quite put his finger in what language was it but it sounded familiar.

So what he knew was:

A version of his mom was here.

And he got Isekai after dying.

And fuck— wasn't that supposed to happen to asian people that actually lived on Asia?

He was Asian American, and had only ever been to China once before.

Besides he couldn't recognize where the fuck he got Isekai or who was he supposed to be, although did his mother got Isekai with him too?

And if that was the case how she got here before than him? Last time he checked his mom was still very much on Milan with the poor stupid bastard that thought his mom was a bimbo that only had her looks and no brain — he kind of felt bad for him since he had being nice to him, but oh well, nothing to be done there —

So many questions, but now another nap was ideal since as a toddler he didn't have all that energy.

.

It took some time, but he managed to learn the language and a learn another few things.

First, this woman, was definitely not his mom.

His mom would never be caught dead waiting for a man, oh no, his mother was a hard believer that men only were either good for fucking or paying, nothing more and nothing less — him and all gay men being the exception and some bi too —

He kind felt bad for his no-mom, and really wanted to say "oh honey" Everytime that she mentioned his "Wonderful dad" with such a hopeful eyes.

Truly, straight men were the absolute worst, specially those who were born with some kind of power and felt entitled to do what the fuck they wanted because of that.