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

as she saw the raw, bloody spot where her fingers had dug

by a primal urge to see Amber’s demise

yet, she’s not dead yet, Marlene chanted, the words a frenzied litany that reverberated through the

much alive, like a thorn in

the brink of madness as she grappled with the twisted

and despair. Without warning, she snatched her phone from the bed and hurled

With wild abandon, she seized anything within reach–cosmetics, pillows, perfumes, flower vases–and sent them flying across the room in a whirlwind

thick with

“Die, Am Ound of shattering glass and splintering wood as Marlene’s voice rose in

chant, “Die, Amber, die, die, die,” a chilling litany of hatred that echoed off

continued on an outrage. Her cries grew louder, a desperate plea for release from the

peace until you’re dead, Amber!” She screamed, her voice

beneath her bed. Shadows danced in the dim light, casting twisted shapes across the room as Marlene’s mind

filled the room, a cruel echo that reverberated in the empty spaces of her mind as Amber’s voice twisted with malice, calling Marlene a coward, a failure,

bid to silence the tormenting voices that echoed in her ears.

moment, she felt a sense of helplessness hit her hard as she reached for the glass shard, with words of self–deprecation tumbling

louder, urging her to the verge of giving up, Marlene’s grip tightened around the glass, the 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

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consume her, a spark of realization flickered

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at the last minute, Marlene threw the glass away, the shard clattering to

what she

moment of clarity, she’d recall Amber’s words to her a few months ago, “I’ll make you

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days,” and realize that, true

like she had done a few

would immediately start streaming profusely down her cheeks as she crumpled to the ground, her ragged sobs mingling with the echoes of Amber’s voice,

streamed down her cheeks, her

her whole being.

just when she felt both physically and emotionally battered, a loud knock reverberated through the room, jolting Marlene out of her despair. She struggled to push herself off the floor,