"Think of your blood pressure, Gerald," she said in a softer tone. "It's not good to get yourself so upset. Let's get you into a nice, comfortable chair and I'll call Dr. Mendez."

But as she moved toward him, Gerald struggled to breathe and speak at the same time with frightening effort. "Don't. Touch. Me. You. Dirty. Whore ..."

He then yelled out in pain and fell to the floor. Ashlee wasn't about to touch him after what he said, but she quickly got out her cell phone and called 911 for an ambulance. She then rushed upstairs to the bedroom to get her husband's nitro glycerin pills out of...