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

raw, bloody spot where her fingers

urge to see Amber’s demise come

that pulsed through her veins like wildfire. “She’s not dead yet, she’s not dead yet, Marlene chanted, the words

be very much alive, like a

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

phone from the bed

surroundings. With wild abandon,

grew thick

of shattering glass and splintering

die, die,” a chilling litany

of rage that painted her cheeks as she continued on an

peace until you’re dead, Amber!” She screamed, her voice shaky with anger.

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 the room as Marlene’s mind played cruel tricks on her

that haunted Marlene’s every waking moment. The sound of mocking laughter filled the room, a cruel echo that reverberated in the

silence the tormenting voices that echoed in her ears. The weight of Amber’s cruel words bore down on her like a crushing

her hallucinations, a glint of light caught Marlene’s eye–a shattered shard of glass that was within reach. In that moment, she felt a sense of helplessness hit her hard

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 final, fleeting

a ennels at vaalisation

her, a spark of realization

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at the last minute, Marlene threw the

she

to her a few months

Start

just like the good old days,” and realize that, true to Amber’s words, she

again, just like she had

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

tears streamed down her cheeks,

consumed her whole being.

room, jolting Marlene out of her despair. She