WAR OF ROSES
She used to be first glimpse of sunlight after a cruel winter night, he is the cruel winter night. And so she's reduced to a desperate, grieving mess, losing to the powers of her own mind, now conspiring against her as she fights for someone she can never have, even if he is her own husband.
This is no yin and yang, this is despair, yearning and toxicity in its worst form.
She's more than a little obsessed, he wants nothing to do with her. She will crawl in anticipation of any scrap of affection he may throw at her.
But he seems to have decided that he will give no piece of him to the woman who's given him her soul, heart and mind.
But she breathes obsession. And she will do whatever she can to have him as obsessed with her as she is.