
Stabbed by my husband, who I believed to be mentally ill, I was left on the brink of death. My pleas for help were met with cold indifference from my bestie and mother-in-law. It turned out he wasn't sick at all; it was all a plot to divorce me, steal the lottery prize, and run off with my bestie. Reborn a year before the tragedy, I choose not to divorce him. Because only as his wife can I be the one to commit him to a psychiatric hospital and give him the 'treatment' he truly deserves.