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

saw the raw, bloody spot where her fingers had

a primal urge to see Amber’s demise come

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

realization that Amber could still be very much alive, like a thorn in

of Marlene’s wrath, driving her to the brink

of her room, her chest heaving with a volatile mix of rage and despair. Without warning, she snatched her phone from

her to unleash chaos on her surroundings. With wild abandon, she seized anything

air grew thick

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

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

mingling with the streaks of rage that painted her cheeks as she continued on an outrage. Her cries grew louder, a desperate plea for release from the

dead, Amber!” She

collapsed to her knees and crawled beneath her bed. Shadows danced in

the room, a cruel echo that reverberated in the empty spaces

her hands beating against her skull in a desperate bid to silence the tormenting voices that echoed in her ears.

of 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 as she reached for the

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 final, fleeting moment before she succumbed

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on her what she could

Amber’s words to

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old days,”

she had

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

through the room, and tears streamed down her cheeks,

her whole being.

the room, jolting Marlene out of her despair. She