"Raise your right hand. Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?"

I look over at the jury sitting to my left and see a woman who bares a striking resemblance to Jessica. I glare up to the officer asking me this question that he already knows the answer to. I reply, "Yes I do" as convincing as possible.

The prosecutor wastes no time in questioning me. As I have for the past few weeks, I tell the horrific story of finding my beloved wife, Jessica, dead on the kitchen floor with her heart cut out of her body. With every detail thought out and planned precisely, my story is rock solid. I even add a few tears here and there as if I am truly sad about what happened to my wife. WIth every question, I have the perfect response. I go on about how much I adore jessica, how I still can't belive this has happened, and how I wish I was home to protect her on the dreadful night she murdered.

Before I know it, however, the prosecutor says, "I'm sure you were aware of your wife's affair, Mr. White. How did you feel about it?"

The question catches me off guard. How did he know about Jessica's affair? All of a sudden, a picture appears in my mind of the night I found Jessica with another man. The painful questions I've asked myself so many times race to my head and I can no longer concentrate. How could she do that to me? How could she betray me like that? I gave her all my love and she just threw it away as if it were garbage.

All I can do is stare at that woman in the jusy box who looks exactly like Jessica. I'm speechless and I don't know how to respond to the prosecutor's question. Again, he asks, "How did you feel about your wife's affair, Mr. White? I mean, you must feel some sort of anger towards Jessica. After all, her lover was Roger, your brother."

These last words feel as if a knife just went straight through my heart and I can no longer keep my composure. I look to my left and see the jury woman's green eyes piercing through me. I look back to the prosecutor and calmly say, "Yes, I was aware of my wife's affair with Roger. But we all make mistakes and Jessica and I worked through our problems."

"Well I'm sorry to inform you, Mr. White, but Jessica continued to see your brother even after you caught them."

What? How could this be? I had no idea Jessica kept seeing Roger. She promised me she would never lie to me again. I can't take this any longer. I look down at my fidgeting hands, and without concern for the consequences, I scream, "Jessica got what she deserved!"

Subtly, the prosecutor says, "What was that, Mr. White?"

I look up and find the jury woman's green eyes staring straight at me. I continue to say, "I love Jessica. But do you know how it feels when you discover that the woman you love doesn't love you back? When I caught Jessica and Roger, it felt as if Jessica personally ripped open my chest, tore my heart out, and slashed it into pieces. I just wanted Jessica to know how it feels. I mean, what's the difference between breaking someone's heart emotionally and breaking someone's heart physically? I'll tell you one thing, I may be ashamed of my decision, yet, I don't regret it at all."

The prosecutor stares at the jury, and then back at me. He says, "So, your hatred drove you to kill Jessica, Mr. White?"

Without blinking, I look straight at the jury woman who reminds me of Jessica and I reply, "No. My love drove me to kill Jessica."