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

Chapter 128

Third–person POV

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Marlene sat in the dimly lit room, the glow of the screen illuminating her face as she watched the video of Amber’s accident, the images playing out in a never–ending loop. Her eyes were glazed over with a manic intensity as she replayed the moment of impact, finding a perverse sense of joy in the destruction that unfolded before her eyes.

As the video played on, Marlene’s fingernails absentmindedly picked at the skin of her palm, a nervous tic that had become more pronounced in her moments of heightened emotion. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, her mind consumed by a twisted fixation on the sight of Amber’s car tumbling helplessly

a cruel smile playing on her lips as she whispered, “Die, die, die,” like an incantation that echoed

in the stillness of the room.

Dark circles ringed in her bloodshot eyes, a testament to the sleepless nights she had experienced in the past few days while obsessing over her vendetta against her older sister.

Ever since Angela’s call informing her of the successful attempt on Amber’s life, Marlene has been

consumed by a single–minded obsession with seeing her sister’s demise, a deep–seated desire for

closure that gnawed at her like a festering wound.

Her people had been dispatched to gather information on Amber’s condition, their sole purpose being

to bring her news of the one thing Marlene craved above all else: confirmation of Amber’s death. To

Marlene, only with Amber’s death came the promise of peace and vindication, a beautiful end that she

believed would finally free her from the suffocating weight of her sister’s existence.

But as she watched the video, a drop of blood splattered onto the screen of her phone, and a sudden

jolt of pain broke through her manic reverie. Marlene’s gaze dropped to her hand, her eyes widening

bloody spot where her fingers had dug into her flesh

a primal urge to see

rage swept through her, a primal fury that pulsed through her veins like wildfire. “She’s not dead yet, she’s not dead yet, Marlene chanted, the words a frenzied

realization that Amber could still be very much alive,

of Marlene’s wrath, driving her to the brink of madness as

Without warning, she snatched her phone from the bed and hurled it across the room

unleash chaos on her surroundings. With wild abandon, she seized anything within reach–cosmetics, pillows,

air grew thick with

Am Ound of shattering glass and splintering wood as Marlene’s voice rose

a chilling litany of hatred that echoed off

she continued on an outrage. Her cries grew louder, a desperate plea

you’re dead, Amber!” She screamed, her voice shaky with

motion, Marlene’s body convulsed, her hands reaching out in a frantic grasp as she collapsed to her knees and crawled beneath her bed. Shadows danced in the dim light, casting twisted shapes across

reverberated in the empty spaces of her mind as

the air, a cacophony of raw anguish as she struck out blindly, her hands beating against her skull in a desperate bid to silence the tormenting voices that echoed in her ears. The weight of Amber’s cruel words bore down on her like a crushing weight, threatening to drag her into the depths of her own

shard of glass that was within reach. In that moment, she felt a sense of helplessness hit

sharp edge cutting into her skin as she held it close to her wrist and was about to let it tear into her flesh. But in the final, fleeting moment before she succumbed to

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minute, Marlene threw the glass

it dawned on her what she could have done to

her moment of clarity, she’d recall Amber’s words to her a few months ago,

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old days,” and realize

almost cut herself again, just like she had done a few

she crumpled to the ground, her ragged sobs mingling with the echoes of Amber’s voice,

streamed down her cheeks,

her

the room,