The Fatal Obsession

Jane loved jewellery. Every day she would dress herself capapie, carefully creating curiosity, through wearing many ornaments. Her husband, sole pioneer behind these habits, knew full well this obsession acted as a key, opening the spouse’s heart, and, resultantly, showered gifts of gold in said general direction, appeasing any potential disdain.

Life didn’t feel debonair or fulfilling; Phil had been actively unfaithful for at least ten years now, often showing no attempt to conceal such betrayal.
His eternal partner’s unrelenting disposition toward things brilliantly lustrous created an existence with misery - acceptance that escape was, without any doubt, undeniably impossible.