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

where her fingers had dug into her flesh

to see Amber’s demise come to

surge of 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

still be very much alive,

to the brink of madness as she grappled

of rage and despair. Without warning, she snatched her phone from

actions escalated, her manic energy driving her to unleash chaos on her surroundings. With wild abandon, she seized anything within

thick with

Ound of shattering glass

Amber, die, die, die,” a chilling litany of hatred that echoed

face unchecked, 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 torment that gripped her

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

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

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

desperate bid to silence the tormenting voices that echoed in her ears. The weight of Amber’s cruel words bore down

sense of helplessness hit her hard as she reached for the glass shard, with words of self–deprecation tumbling from her lips: “I don’t deserve

as she held it close to her wrist

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spark of realization flickered in her

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senses at the last minute, Marlene threw

she could

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

Start

yourself again, just like the good old days,” and realize that, true

again, just like she had done a few times when she was

the ground, her ragged sobs mingling with the echoes

the room, and tears streamed down her cheeks, her heart aching with

that consumed her

felt both physically and emotionally battered, a loud knock reverberated through the room, jolting Marlene out of