'Frederic!' Irma roared, and hugged Frederic, who was about to fall, in her arms, and shouted at Una, 'Call 911! Do it, NOW!!!!!!'

Una nodded and quickly took out her phone and made the call.

The smell of Fred's blood rush over Irma's senses. She looked at her red-stained hands, and tears of forbearance ran down.

Frederic, WHAT are you doing?

We are already divorced. I CAN'T love you anymore. WHY you do this to me?

Don't you hate me?

Don't you wish me to ...