He Came Back to Find Her Dead

My husband was a transmigrator. The System had sent him into this novel to pursue the designated female lead, but he fell in love at first sight with me, her best friend.

After we got together, the System tried to tear us apart by engineering a car accident meant for me.

I was burned. Disfigured. Fitted with a catheter bag. I would never stand again.

Even so, my husband still loved me.

So the System bankrupted him.

Without money, he took care of me himself.

During the hardest stretch, he survived on a single bread roll over three days, yet made sure I received IV nutrient bags that cost…