The Twisted Path of Justice
After three weeks in hospital, it’s time for our Asshole to leave, and start to assemble the pieces of what we jokingly call his life. He’s confused because he’s having to re-think what makes people tick, as his Doctor has been treating him quite kindly all week. This is confusing him, because in his worldview someone he’s screwed over quite badly should be making his life a living hell.
He just has to ask. And so he does, he asks his doctor if he remembers him.
The doctor, of course, does; how could he forget? He could hardly forget that it was with this man that his wife finally became sloppy. It turns out she’d been having affairs left, right and centre for years. Discovering this final affair had actually meant that he’d been able to divorce her. As he’d married her for the money and she’d foolishly not asked for a pre-nuptial agreement, and he’d been quite badly wronged by her, he ended the marriage on a bit of a financial high.
The Asshole screwing him out of the money had simply meant that the divorce courts had looked on him more favourably. His rather good lawyer had made it appear that his wife was deliberately wasting money to slight him.
After the divorce, he’d gone on holiday, met a devastatingly intelligent and interesting fellow divorcee and had quite the most romantic affair of his life.
He’d come back from his holiday with his mortgage paid off, his self-esteem riding high, and the wife who had been annoying him for the past six years gone. He’d met a beautiful woman, fallen in love, and got married again. He was living happily with his new wife and child in a comfortable home, and because he had no mortgage to pay, he could afford to work only when it suited him, which was four days a week.
It turns out; having an affair with his wife was the best thing that our Asshole could have done for him.
