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

as she saw the raw, bloody spot where

by a primal urge to see Amber’s demise

like wildfire. “She’s not dead yet, she’s not dead yet, Marlene

alive, like

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

and despair. Without warning, she snatched her phone from the bed and hurled it across the room with a guttural scream, the device shattering against

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

air grew thick

Am Ound of shattering glass and splintering wood as Marlene’s voice rose

Amber, die, die, die,” a chilling litany of

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

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

motion, Marlene’s body convulsed, her 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

of mocking laughter filled the room, a cruel echo that reverberated in the empty spaces of her mind as Amber’s voice

as she struck out blindly, her hands beating against her skull in a desperate bid to silence the tormenting voices that echoed in her ears. The weight of Amber’s cruel words bore

she felt a sense of

the voices grew 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

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her, a spark of realization flickered

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minute, Marlene threw the glass

her what she could

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

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

she had done a few

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

tears streamed down her cheeks, her heart

that consumed her

both physically and emotionally battered, a loud knock reverberated through the room, jolting Marlene out of her despair. She struggled to push herself off