Money equalled affection, and diamonds equalled a satisfied wife.

At least - that's what he truly believed.

A home speckled with artwork worth more than the savings of many wealthy families, a view to die for, and silken sheets that coat you during your sleep-ins, your life had been conventionally perfect.

The diamond on your ring was large enough to scream marital wealth rather than whisper it, unhesitating to boast for you. Your husband - a man with power by his name and too many bank cards to count, was only home when necessary.

Though - he used 'necessary' quite loosely.

Despite the comfort and stability of lacking employment, as you were quite literally sleeping in wealth, there was always a void.

An emotional void, something hollow cracking within you, to the quiet echo of your feet against the floor, voice to bounce against the walls with nobody but the cleaners to reciprocate.

Alone. Alone in wealth, alone in love.

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Song inspiration - Sugar Daddy ● Qveen Herby