Mr Darlington Ex Wife

AMARA: It was Friday night, and 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 blue nightgown; she was light-skinned and a young lady like my height. I was 24 years old. I was wearing a light blue nightgown, too, as it was already nighttime at around 11:30 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 taking my bath in my bathroom. “What do you want, Agnes?” I asked Agnes, looking at her face, and she smiled back at me. “Amara, your father sent for you downstairs,” Agnes informed me. I sighed and replied, “But we just finished having our dinner 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 and replied, “I don't know, but he's downstairs with your mom, and the g

AMARA: When my mother and I entered my pink bedroom, she accompanied me to pack some of my things. Mom didn't want me to carry all my loads, reminding me that the Briggs family was wealthy and I didn't have to stress about packing everything that I owned. We finished packing my two boxes around 1 a.m., and my mother was exhausted. She yawned, stretched, and told me, “I have to go back now to my room to meet your father. Good night, my daughter.” “Okay, Mom, but I am still not happy about this marriage. Can't you speak to my father again about this?” I asked my mother. I was looking at her face with my blue eyes that glimmered 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. Don't worry, when you get there to the city, I will be calling you often to know how you're faring,” my mother said, and hot tears freely streamed down from my eyes. I don't know why I wasn't happy about getting married an

Amara's POV: "Ah!!" I screamed, almost causing the driver to have an accident. I was so shocked to see the face of the man I am married to. "What's the problem, my lady? Are you alright?" Mr. Timothy asked in concern as he slowed down and gazed at me cautiously through the car's rearview mirror. "I'm sorry, sir. You can continue driving; I was only shocked to see my husband's face online," I said nervously. Mr. Timothy smiled understandably, and I made a mental note not to scream out so foolishly again. The drive resumed, 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 entered the university. We crossed paths, and I mistakenly stepped on him without realizing it while walking with my friend Esther Peters. Esther was an accountant; she was seductive and never failed to notice all the handsome, well-to-do rich guys in the university. I wondered how a rich girl like Esther Peters could be so easily s

Darlington's POV: I sprang up from the black couch and stared at my father's face in shock. "Whose wife, Dad?" I asked him again, wanting to be sure. My father stood up too and replied, "Darlington, I have told you that you cannot marry Jenna. The reason I married my best friend's daughter to you is that she is well-mannered and not a corrupt young woman like Jenna Colton." "Dad... I cannot believe you're saying this. I am the one marrying Jenna, not you! What gives you the right to decide my life like this and impose a woman on 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, and she wouldn't make a good wife for you. Don't you see how she looks with her artificial body? Do you think she will want to settle down and give you children? I am certain she's cheating on you with her colleagues. Forget about Jenna and

DARLINGTON: After my breakfast with my mother and sister ended, I stood up from the dining chair and set out to leave the house. "Darlington, where are you going?" My mother asked me with a worried look on her face. I assured her, "Mom, I'm just going out; I'll be back soon." "Okay, but don't you think it's best not to inform Jenna? She may overreact; let me handle everything for you. Then you can share the news with her about how your father wanted to force you to marry someone else." I sighed. "Alright, mom. I won't inform Jenna, but I feel like 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'll 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 children and adults are more fond of the