I was ready to leave for my relative’s wedding when Jane mumbled to herself, “Where is my diamond necklace?” My jaws dropped as my already smashing wife rummaged her drawers. After literally ripping them apart, she found it. She hurriedly put it on, coupled with a pair of alluring earrings and some bracelets. Now she was gorgeous.
“I just don’t understand why you need that necklace when you already look fabulous. Now we are going to be late,” I sounded like a broken record. We made our way to the multi-storeyed carpark. I was still nagging at her as we approached our car.
Out of the blue, three burly men in sports attire appeared in front of us. They were wearing masks.
“Hand over all your valuables!” one of them boomed. We were petrified, our mouths agape.
“It’s all your fault!” I yelled at Jane. I was livid and started berating the woman, “If only you had not decked yourself up like this……” Before I knew it, I was hit on my head by something hard. I fell to the ground in almost a dead faint. Everything was a blur, but I could still see two of the men snatching Jane’s valuables from her who stood rooted to the ground.
At that instant, Jane let out an ear-piercing scream. Then, I passed out.
When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed. Jane was overjoyed as she wiped her tears. She told me that the robbers had taken away everything before she screamed for help. They left in a haste. She managed to calm herself down to call the police. I was soon brought to the hospital in an ambulance. Several police officers came to ask her some questions just before I woke up.
I thought I was fortunate to have survived, but I thought I was even more blessed to see my wife unhurt. Jane, on the other hand, has been less flashy since that horrendous experience.