Married To My Ex-Husband’s Rival

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Marlene paced back and forth in the cramped hotel room, a lit cigarette dangling between her fingers as she sought comfort

frayed as she struggle the nicotine. Her agitation and annoyance were palpable, and her nerves

frayed as she struggled to make sense of the seriousness of her situation.

Mary sat on the edge of the bed, watching her daughter’s restless movements with concern etched or her face. She finally couldn’t contain her curiosity any longer and asked in a gentle tone, “What are you thinking, Marlene? What are you going to do about the mess you’ve found yourself in?” e mess you’ve found yourself in?”

Marlene spun around, smoke trailing behind her. She shot a fiery glare at her mother, her words sharp and cutting. “I’d advise that you shut up and let me think, mother. Don’t talk to me.“.

Mary recoiled at the harshness of her daughter’s words, her frustration brewing beneath the surface. “Don’t you dare tell me to shut up like that, Marlene! I deserve respect, and you will not talk to me like I’m one of your servants.”

Halting in her tracks, Marlene fixed her intense gaze on Mary, anger flashing in her eyes.

Disregarding the mother–daughter bond, she venom Called her by her name. “Mary, the last thing |

need right now is your overbearing presence. If you don’t want me to unleash my anger on you, then either shut up and let me think or get out of my face. I genuinely don’t have time for your nonsense right now.”

Mary’s stunned silence filled the room, disbelief etched on her face. She believed that she had always been there for her daughter, supporting her through thick and thin, and even though she was currently being called a crazy woman by the media, she was still very much supporting her. So the fact that Marlene had the audacity to speak to her so carelessly made her blood boil.

Her voice trembling with anger, she responded, “Marlene, you’re being ungrateful. I am here for you, supporting you through this, and yet you dare to speak to me with such disregard. Without me, you would be all alone, with nobody else on your side.”

Marlene let out a dark laugh, the smoke curling around her like a shroud. She took a long drag from her cigarette, exhaling a cloud of frustration. “Grateful? For what, Mary? Your so–called support? I know why you’re still clinging to me, pretending to be a supportive mother. It’s because you know damn well that, without me, you would be nothing. I’m your lifeline, and you’re here because you’re

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Mary’s eyes widened, shock and anger etched on her face. She had always tried her best, sacrificing her own happiness for Marlene’s sake. She couldn’t believe Marlene didn’t appreciate her and would

dare treat her like this.

Her voice wavered with a mix of anger and sadness “How can you say that to me, Marlene? I’ve done everything I can to be there for you. I’m the last person you should be treating this way, but then again, should I be surprised? I should have known when you almost killed me that you were truly

losing it. If it wasn’t for the love I had for you, I should have had you thrown in jail for what you

did.

Marlene’s tone turned bitter, laced with scorn, as she stubbed the cigarette out in an ashtray. “Love? Don’t make me laugh. Your

Ve comes at a price, Mary. You’ve always wanted to keep me unde your control, to use me as your shield since you failed miserably in life and were only able to get

the man you didn’t stop obsessing ov

ing him and letting him get you pregnant,” she

hissed.

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“You’ve been using me to feel good abourself, but now that Dad’s in jail and I’m under

thin

investigation, you’re afraid that you’ll lose the one you have left to brag about, which is Kayden. So, get it through your head before it’s too late, Mary. You’re not all I have left; I am all

you have left. Without me, you’re nothing but an

a wife who has spent her life fighting a

dead woman and is still never winning.”

Mary’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Marlene, her own daughter, who had just hurled a barrage of cutting words at her. Hurt and anger warred in her as she clenched her fists tightly.

“I can’t believe this,” Mary whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of shock and rage. She grabbed her purse from the bed, her movements swift.

Facing Marlene with a steely gaze, Mary’s tone was sharp with hurt pride. “Let’s see how you’ll manage without me, Marlene. Especially now that I’m sure Kayden is considering leaving you,” she spat out, her words laced with bitterness. “And don’t you dare come crawling back, begging for my help.”

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With a final glare, Mary turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, the door slamming shut behind her. The sound echoed in the empty space, leaving Marlene alone with her thoughts.

As the door clicked shut, Marlene let out a frustrated sigh, and her hands shot out, seizing the

ashtray from the table in front of her. She needed a way to vent, and without a second thought, she

hurled it across the room, the metallic clang echoing.

“Useless, old hag!” she muttered, the words tumbling from her lips as she released her pent–up

emotions.

Amber sat on the edge of her bed, her gaze fixed on the television screen in front of her. The news

anchor’s voice and the images flashing on the screen only fueled her mounting anger and disbelief.

Marlene, whom she had desperately tried to rid herself of, was now being portrayed as the victim—a

victim who wasn’t doing well and deserved leniency, according to what she was watching.

Her fists clenched tight, and Amber struggled to process the information she was hearing. Marlene had been released from jail; her freedom was granted on the grounds of being declared mentally unstable.

The news anchor emphasized that a psychologist had evaluated her and determined that, due to the recent child loss Marlene had endured, she was not in her right mind, and that was supposedly the

motive behind her attack on Amber Romero.

“How could this happen?” Amber muttered under her breath, her voice laced with frustration and disbelief. She had believed that Marlene would be locked away, a problem she no longer had to deal

with.

The fact that she had found out about her sister’s release through the news instead of being informed by Detective Garcia, who was in charge of the case, only added fuel to her anger.

Determined to get answers, Amber snatched her phone from the bedside table and dialed Detective Garcia s number. The seconds dragged on, but there was no response. She furiously paced the room, the anticipation of hearing his voice growing with each unanswered ring. Finally, she hung up, unable to contain her frustration.

“Damn it, Garcia!” she cursed, throwing her phone onto the bed with an exasperated sigh. She felt betrayed; the one person she had counted on to keep her informed had seemingly abandoned her. H mind raced with questions, desperate for clarification.

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Lost in her thoughts, Amber’s attention was abruptly snapped back to reality by a persistent knock on her bedroom door. She sighed and sauntered towards the door, nonchalantly inviting the intruder in.

The door creaked open, revealing a servant with her head bowed respectfully.

Impatiently, Amber arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. “What do you want?” she asked, her ton laced with irritation.

The servant’s voice trembled slightly as she responded, “Apologies, Mrs. Romero, but there is someone at the main entrance asking to see you.”

Amber’s frown deepened as she processed the unexpected information. She hadn’t been expecting an visitors. Suspicion crept into her voice as she inquired, “Who is it? Did they introduce themselves?”

The servant hesitated for a moment before answering. “The visitor claimed to be your mother, Mrs. Romero. She insisted that she wouldn’t leave until she saw you.”

Amber’s confusion mingled with a hint of disbelief. She hadn’t seen her stepmother, Mary, in months. It was the last person she expected to see on her doorstep and, equally, the last person she desired to encounter. The servant’s words ignited a bunch of questions in her mind, causing her curiosity to outweigh her apprehension.

Determined to confirm the identity of the unexpected visitor, Amber gestured towards the servant. “Let them in,” she commanded. “And have them wait for me in the living room.”

The servant nodded before backing away and leaving the room.

About ten minutes had passed since the servant had left, and Amber couldn’t shake off the curiosity that gnawed at her insides. Determination drove her down the staircase and into the living room, where

she expected to find her stepmother. As she entered the room, her eyes immediately fell on Mary, seated on the plush sofa with an impatient look etched on her face.

Amber’s voice rang out in the spacious room. “Mother,” she called out, her tone a mixture of disbelief and bemusement. “I never thought I’d see you here again.”

As she walked towards where Mary was seated, Amber’s expression remained unimpressed, a mask of guarded emotions. She observed Mary with a hint of skepticism, unsure of what to expect from this unexpected reunion.