ANMELDENIn order to take care of my wife, Mildred Dale, who kept going into lunatic episodes thanks to the side effects of a car crash, I spent all of my assets and ten years of my life taking care of her. Whenever Mildred went into an episode, she'd hurl everything she could get her hands on at me. At the same time, she'd scratch every inch of my body with her nails. But when she sobered up, she'd hug me while wailing at the top of her lungs. All of my friends advised me to file for a divorce, yet I'd always remember the fact that Mildred had pushed me from the incoming car and hit her head, resulting in her current condition. But everything changed when Mildred beat me up to the point that I sustained grievous injuries. Heck, my soul was already floating near the ceiling at that time. That was when I saw Mildred arranging her childhood friend Hank Weaver's collar carefully. "Why are you crying? He's already dead. Shouldn't we celebrate this occasion instead? "But my heart breaks for you, Mildred. You've pretended to be a lunatic for ten whole years just to swindle every cent out of his account!" Mildred kissed Hank on the lips. Then, she uttered icily, "I've been enduring that cowardly fool for ten long years. Now, I no longer have to be with him." It turns out that Mildred and Hank had painstakingly staged the car accident just so they could put on such a perfect act. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Mildred is diagnosed with mental health issues.
Mehr anzeigenIn the end, the court delivered its verdict.The defendant, Mildred Dale, was found guilty of premeditated murder and fraud. With multiple charges combined, she was sentenced to death, effective immediately.As the judge's gavel struck, I saw her collapse into her chair in a lifeless heap. She'd faked being a lunatic for ten years in my previous life, only to face her end in her most lucid state now.…When I stepped out of the courthouse, the sun was shining brightly. I looked up at the clear blue sky and took a long, deep breath. The air no longer smelled of blood or decay. Instead, there was the scent of freedom and a fresh start.Reporters swarmed me and thrust microphones into my face. "Mr. Crane, how do you feel right now?"Is there anything you'd like to say about the outcome?"I looked into the cameras and gave a genuine smile I hadn't felt in years. "I'd like to tell everyone that though justice may be delayed, it's never absent. Also…"I paused, and for a moment,
Mildred slammed her head and fists ruthlessly against the cold glass. Her last shred of sanity snapped, and her voice turned hoarse from the hysterical screaming."You monster! You cold-blooded snake! You think I don't know it was all your doing?"Just you wait. When I get out, I swear I'll kill you with my own hands and drown you in that freezing lake just like I planned. I'll chop you into pieces and feed you to the dogs!"If you think you've won, no chance. I'm taking you down with me if I have to suffer, and I'll kill you and your whole damn family!"Outside the ward, Samuel and the two caregivers turned pale. They burst into the room and scrambled to restrain the completely manic Mildred.I watched as the two hulking guards pinned her to the floor. Even then, she thrashed and writhed, snarling at me.I reached into my briefcase and, one by one, pulled out the "gifts" I'd prepared for her. First, I pulled out the photos and intimate shots of her and Hank traveling together
I set down my delicate porcelain teacup as the corners of my lips curved into a cold smile.It was time."Of course, Dr. Miller. Thanks for taking care of her. I'll come by this afternoon."When I arrived at Serenity Psychiatric Recovery Center's visitation room, I saw Mildred through the glass. She was wearing a faded blue-and-white striped hospital gown that hung loosely off her emaciated frame. Her hair was shaved off in messy patches, exposing uneven scars scattered across her scalp.There was no trace of her former arrogance or pride on her face. Instead, she looked haggard. Her pleading eyes were full of fear.The moment I appeared, she looked like she'd just seen her savior. She bolted up from her chair, lunged at the glass, and snatched up the black intercom phone."Victor!"Her voice trembled violently when she spoke, thick with tears. "I'm sorry, Victor! I know that I've messed up!"She broke down sobbing uncontrollably, and her gaunt face was streaked with tears. "
Samuel was moved by my "devotion". He sighed and nodded. "Very well, Mr. Crane. We respect your choice, and we'll put Ms. Dale on the most intensive treatment plan available."That was how Mildred's "good days" officially began. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays became her scheduled days of torment. Strong caregivers would pin her to the treatment bed and strap down her limbs. Cold electrodes would be pressed against her temples.The moment Samuel flipped the switch, a surge of electricity would shoot through her brain. She would twitch and convulse violently, like a fish flopping on dry land.Even with her jaws forced open and a bite block between her teeth, it couldn't stop the white foam spilling from the corner of her lips. Her eyes would roll back until only the terrifying whites remained.The whole process lasted only seconds, but to her, it felt like an eternity.When the current stopped, she would be left slumped on the bed, entirely drenched in sweat. After waking up,


















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