Mr Darlington Ex Wife

Amara Nicholas;I was in my room when I heard a knock on the door. I walked up to the door and pulled it open, and then I saw my mother's maid, Agnes, smiling at me.Agnes was dressed in a long blue gown, light-skinned, and was a young lady of my height. I am 24 years old. I was wearing a long blue nightgown, too, as it was already nighttime at around 9 p.m. on the 31st of December.We were waiting for the crossover celebration to begin, and I had pulled my hair into a bun shortly after drying it from bathing in my bathroom."What do you want, Agnes?" I asked Agnes, looking at her face, and she smiled back at me."Good evening, Amara. If you have a moment, your father sent for you downstairs," Agnes informed me. I sighed and replied, "But we just finished having our dinners now in the dining room. What does my father want to say to me again? I am not interested in the New Year celebration."Agnes smiled faintly at me and replied, "I don't know, but he's downstairs with your mom, and th

Amara Nicholas;We got into my very large bedroom, and my mother accompanied me to pack some of my things. She didn't want me to carry all my loads, reminding me that the Briggs family are wealthy and that I didn't have to stress about arranging all my things and packing everything I owned.We finished packing all the boxes around 1 a.m., and my mother was exhausted. She stretched, yawned, and told me, "I have to go back to my room to meet your father. Good night, my princess.""Okay, Mom, but I am not still happy about this marriage. Can't you speak to my father again about this?" I asked my mother. I am looking at her face with my blue-shinning eyes that glimmer with hope at hearing her agree."No, Amara. I want you to marry and give me a grandchild. I cannot speak to your father about this again. Not to worry; when you get to the city, I will call you occasionally to find out how you're faring," my mother told me, and hot tears streamed down from my eyes.I don't know why I wasn't h

Amara Nicholas;"Ah!!" I screamed, almost causing the driver to have an accident. I was shocked to see the face of the man I am married to."What's the problem, my lady? Are you alright?" Mr. Timothy asked me in concern as he slowed down and gazed at me cautiously through the car's rearview mirror."I am sorry. You can continue driving; I was only shocked to see my husband's face online," I said to him nervously. Mr. Timothy smiled understandably, and I took it as a mental note not to scream out so foolishly again.The drive started again, and I continued to look at the face of the man who was about to become my husband. Darlington Briggs. I had seen him before when I got into the university. We crossed paths, and I mistakenly stepped on him, not knowing when I was walking with my friend Esther Peters.Esther was an actress and a seductive person, and she never failed to observe all the handsome, well-to-do, rich guys in the university.I wondered how a rich girl like Esther Peters wo

Darlington Briggs;I immediately rose from the black couch and stared at my father in shock."Whose wife, Dad?" I asked my father again, wanting to be sure, and my father stood up too and said, "Darlington, I have told you that you cannot marry Jenna. I married my best friend's daughter for you because she's well-mannered and not a corrupt young woman like Jenna Colton.""Dad... I cannot believe that you're saying this. I am the one to get married to Jenna, not you! What gives you the right to think that you can decide on my life like this and impose a woman on me for me to marry?" "That's enough, Darlington! I won't have you disrespect me in this house. You see what an elder sees from sitting down; even if you climb the tallest tree, you still cannot see it. Jenna is a corrupt woman who wouldn't make a good wife for you. Do you see how she looks with her artificial body? Do you think that she will want to settle down and give you children? I am very certain she's cheating on you with

Darlington Briggs;After breakfast with my mother and sister ended, I stood up from the dining chair and set out to leave our family house."Darlington, where are you going too?" My mother asked me with a worried look on her face. I assured her, "Mom, I am just going out; I will be back soon."."Okay, my son. But don't you think it is best not to inform Jenna? She may overreact; allow me to handle everything for you. Then later, you can share the news with her about how your father wanted to force you to marry a lowlife."I sighed."Alright, mom. I won't inform Jenna about it, but I am leaving this house as of now. I don't want to be here when that woman arrives," I said, with a hint of frustration."It's okay. Just be fine out there," my mother assured me."Sure, Mom. I'm not a kid; I will be good. Take care," I said, hugging my mother. Though I was taller than her and Samara, they're my family, and their happiness matters to me.Well, I cannot say the same about my dad. Most childre