Married To My Ex-Husband’s Rival by Jobet GraySon

Chapter 112

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As Marlene stared at the damning video playing on her phone screen, a storm of emotions raged in her. The footage captured the chaotic encounter between her and Amber–the moment where it was obvious that her car had collided purposely with Amber’s–along with the heated exchange that followed, culminating in Marlene’s ill–fated decision to strike out at her annoying and good–for–nothing sister in a fit of

anger

The memory of those events played out before her eyes with painful clarity, each frame testifying to the unraveling of her composure and the loss of control that had landed her in a jail cell for not one but two nights.

The audacity of Amber’s actions–publicly releasing the incriminating video that painted Marlene in a less–than–flattering light–left her reeling with a sense of disbelief and indignation. How dare she? Marlene seethed inwardly, her pride wounded by the revelation of her own impulsive actions captured

for all to se

The knowledge that Amber and her husband. Richard, had played a role in her having to spend more time in jail only added fuel to the fire burning in her, stoking resentment and anger that threatened to consume her.

Watching the video repeatedly, Marlene couldn’t help but cringe at the image she presented–wild–eyed and unhinged, a stark contrast to the composed figure of Amber, who had initially remained unruffled in the face of her outburst.

The realization of how she had allowed her emotions to get the better of her, succumbing to a moment of weakness and losing control, only intensified her feelings of shame and frustration. And it was en more annoying to her that Amber didn’t release the full video, thereby skipping out on the part where she had also tried to strangle her to death.

Scrolling down to read the comments that accompanied the video, Marlene’s heart sank as she was mi with a flood of bitter criticom and condemnation. Each word was a sharp reminder of the public’s judgment, their scorn and derision cutting deep as they branded her as crazy, jealous, and unworthy of sympathy

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room, the crash of impact punctuating the air with a jarring sound. Her breath came in harsh gasps as she paced the confines of her room, her footsteps echoing in

anger that threatened to consume her–the searing heat of frustration and a need to get back at Amber–fueling her anger.

paced back and forth in her room, her thoughts consumed by anger and frustration, a sharp knock at

a sense of deference that was characteristic of her role as head of household staff, Helena. cautiously pushed the door open and stepped into the room, her expression neutral. Holding a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice–a morning ritual that Marlene

me for the intrusion, Mrs. Black,” Helena began. “I have brought you your morning juice, just like you request

as she gestured towards the

the glass down with a gentle clink before taking a step back, her eyes downcast in respect to Marlene’s

room, Marlene’s voice halted her in her tracks. “Wait,” she called out, her tone

a moment before answering. “No, Mrs. Black.

has not returned.

heavy sigh escaped Marlene’s lips, a palpable sense of disappointment shadowing her features “Very well, she murmured, waving

room, leaving Marlene alone once again with her thoughts and the glass of untouched orange juice beckoning from the

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momentary reprieve from the

swift gulp, Marlene’s mind drifted back to Kayden and the

cold, unforgiving cell–stung with a

not visited her after the first day of her getting thrown in there, choosing instead to delegate her legal representation to a lawyer, who had been the one

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he had not made an effort to reach out to her personally, to offer words of comfort or reassurance, gnawed at her wounded pride and