Unable to Love, I Choose to Flee

The day I was supposed to take the bench as Chief Judge, I got myself arrested for a DUI on purpose.

Sitting behind bars for three days, I perfectly missed the murder trial of my wife's childhood sweetheart.

Everyone who knew me shook their heads. They pitied me for throwing my brilliant career straight into the gutter.

But sitting on that freezing iron cot, all I felt was absolute relief.

In my past life, my wife forced me to use my authority to acquit her bastard of a childhood friend.

I refused and sentenced the scumbag to death according to the law. My wife hated my guts for it.