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

bloody spot where

primal urge to see Amber’s

not dead yet, Marlene chanted, the words a frenzied litany that reverberated through the room, a fevered

very much alive, like

wrath, driving her to the brink of madness as

her phone from the bed and hurled it across the room with a guttural scream, the

her to unleash chaos on her surroundings. With wild abandon, she seized anything within reach–cosmetics, pillows, perfumes, flower vases–and sent them flying

grew thick

Ound of shattering glass and

a chilling litany of hatred

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

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

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

materialized before 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 her mind as Amber’s voice twisted with malice, calling Marlene a coward, a failure, a wretched creature unworthy of

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

the chaos 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

into her skin as she held it close to her wrist and was about to let it tear into her flesh.

at vaalisation

to consume her, a spark of realization

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minute, Marlene threw

she could have done to herself again.

to her a few months ago,

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days,” and realize

cut herself again, just like she had done a few

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 a way

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

consumed her

loud knock reverberated through the room, jolting Marlene out of her despair. She