Dr Bassey, renowned professor of surgery, arrived the hospital that Monday morning trim as usual. No one sensed his turmoil beneath the smile, as he scrubbed and draped for surgery. The thoughts raved through his mind, almost storm-like. Suddenly, the artery he was clamping blurred, replaced by images of his beguiling wife’s orgasm with another man. The ripple of anger caught his hands before his trained reflex, as muscle memory faded away. It wasn’t until he heard the machines beeping frantically, and the nurses screaming, that he realized what had happened. Alone, years later, he would still remember the cost of that day.
