Beat My Husband in His Crazy Game

Synopsis

My husband, Henry Johnston, told me he'd been diagnosed with severe manic schizophrenia and that if he had an episode, he might grab a knife and kill someone. To keep me safe, he volunteered to check himself into a private, fully locked-down sanatorium. Through the iron gate, he reminded me that the nurse, Juliette Miller, had been risking her life to care for him, and insisted that I send her $17,000 every month to thank her. So I worked on a construction site during the day and ran a stall at the night market in the evenings, pouring every dollar I earned into that bottomless pit. But thirty years later, when I went to the sanatorium to bring Henry a pair of knee pads, I walked in on him and Juliette making love on the couch. That was when it hit me that he was never crazy. He'd faked the whole thing to hide out here, spending my hard-earned money on his mistress and living it up. When I opened my eyes, I found myself back on the day Henry was waving that fake diagnosis around, acting insane and wrecking the place.