Returning from Another World
My Sickly Husband Is the Villain
My husband was a notorious invalid.
We had been married for three years, and he had never once touched me intimately.
Gentle and gracious, he would often drag his frail body to the couch to read and compose poetry.
Watching him look so fragile that he might die at any moment left me utterly exasperated.
I couldn’t help demanding of the system, “Seriously?
Look at him.
He’s practically at death’s door.
“And you’re telling me he’ll become a monster everyone wants dead?”
