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"To all men in the world… Think twice before you break a promise with a woman. Never hurt a woman because you never know what she may become,

“Their hearts are fragile. Treat them like eggs. They care a lot about a man they love. Once you are off the list, your living and death have nothing to do with them anymore. They won't care,

“If a broken woman wants revenge, prepare to face the worst fate from her. They are the salt of the earth. They are sweeteners of the universe. Once they set out to something, they are unstoppable unless they decide to show mercy,

“They are nice and can be brutal within a blink of an eye. With women's involvement, almost everything is possible. They are flowers. Do your best to treat them right. If you hurt them, whether or not they want revenge, karma is real, and woman’s tear rapidly trigger it,

“Man, be careful out there.”

Cohen listened to the radio presenter’s warning, which was used to round up the program. He reduced the radio volume and discharged a deep breath.

He turned on the radio by mistake, but couldn’t put himself to turn it off after hearing the program title ‘RETURN OF A DESPAIRED WOMAN’

The story almost matched what he was passing through at the moment, but the end of the narration was brutal, making him scared of what might become of him.

He parked his car at the roadside. He ground his teeth and puched the next front seat. “Fuck!”

He closed his eyes and flashbacks of how he treated Patricia appeared.

“Cohen, please.”

“Go to hell! Never question me about where I am coming from!”

He heard voices and quickly opened his eyes, gasping.

He panted for a moment and Patricia’s demonic laughter from earlier began to make a loud noise in his mind.

He caged his head in his hands and shook it fastly. “No!” He screamed.

He removed his hand from his head and widely opened his eyes till half of his eyeballs came out.

He calm himself a bit and while thinking everything was okay, the scene of Patricia’s from earlier appeared in front as if he was watching a TV, and the camera targeted her lips and she watched it move as she expressed herself.

He covered his ears with his hands. “Oh, my!”

“Stop! Please Patricia!”

“I am sorry! Forgive me!” He shouted. His voice got louder every second as he sank deep into the memory.

He struggled for a minute, trying to get himself out of the torment, but he couldn't help himself.

He lost control of his mind and smashed his head on the steering wheel.

His struggle ended. He stopped hearing voices in his head and the scene instantly disappeared.

The fear roasting in his mind blocked his nose, and he found it difficult to breathe. He deeply inhaled till air blocked his lungs and he quickly breathed them out.

He lifted his head from the steering wheel and blood flooded out of his pierced forehead.

He ignored the pain his forehead caused and banged the steering wheel. “Fuck!”

The blood streamed over his face and he closed his eyes and had a minute thought till an idea summed up in his head.

He quickly picked his phone and dialed a number. “Where are you? I need you to do something for me.”