After I Died, My Gentle Husband Became a Dark Widower - A. Introduction

I had been sickly all my life.

For three years of marriage, Xie Qiyan had always been painfully careful with me at night, never able to go all the way.

One night, we were halfway through kissing when he had to retreat for yet another cold shower.

Suddenly, comments began floating across my vision.

[LMAO. Give it up, girl. You’re the female side character. You’re never getting a taste of our sweet little bottom.]

[Your only purpose is to have that incurable disease.]

[So he’ll go around borrowing money and begging for help.]

[Until some powerful top takes an interest in him and makes him his little plaything in a forced-love story. Hehehe…]

I froze.

So my illness was going to drag my innocent husband into hell.

I decided to make a clean exit and leaped from the top floor.

Let the moon stay high in the sky, where it belonged.

But a few days later, the commenters brought me back to life by watching ads.

This time, they were singing a very different tune.

[Boohoo, come back! After you died, the bottom went on a rampage! He’s tortured the top out of his mind!]

[Our perfectly good forced-love story turned into horror! The gentle husband became a sinister widower and the big bad!]

[Please come and do something about your husband!]

Me: …What?