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Originally Posted by WT Sharpe

.....Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
.....Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
..........— William Congreve, (1670–1729), English playwright and poet. The Mourning Bride, Act III, scene viii.

…To say nothing of a man's jealousy and retributive instincts.

"Love, when you get fear in it, its not love anymore. It's hate."

James M. Cain The Postman Always Rings Twice