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

spot where

primal urge to see Amber’s demise come to fruition.

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

much alive,

to the brink of madness as she

center of her room, her chest heaving with a volatile mix of rage and despair. Without warning, she snatched her phone from the bed and hurled it across the room with a guttural scream,

on her surroundings. With wild abandon, she seized anything

air grew thick with the

glass and splintering wood as Marlene’s

die, die,” a chilling litany

that painted her cheeks as she continued on an outrage. Her cries grew louder, a desperate plea for release from the torment that

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

in a frantic grasp as she collapsed to her knees and crawled beneath her bed. Shadows danced in the dim light, casting

every waking moment. The sound of mocking laughter filled the room, a cruel echo that reverberated in the empty spaces of her mind as Amber’s voice

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 her hard as she reached

she held it close to her wrist and was about to let it tear into her flesh. But in the final, fleeting moment

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it dawned on her what she could have

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

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

cut herself again, just like she had done a few

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

sobbing echoed through the room, and tears streamed down her cheeks, her heart

her

reverberated through the room, jolting Marlene