I was furious, my body was no longer in my control as my mind and soul seethed in anger. I was on the verge of killing, as I struggled to come to terms with myself and the truth in front of me. Of course I had a hint of suspicion, whenever he came home late and smelt of a woman's fragrance. Today, I saw him with his assistant, his hands all over her skimpily clad body. I stand quiet, clutching the knife tight, awaiting him, still unsure of whose body it will be plunged into.