Mr Darlington Ex Wife

Amara: "Dad, I don't want to go to the city. I don't want to marry a city man," I protested. Tears were gathering in my eyes. My father stood up from the blue couch. He was a very tall man and dark-skinned in complexion, unlike me and my mother, who were both light-skinned. My father sighed and said, "Amara, we are not disowning you from becoming our daughter. You will always be our daughter, but you must start your own life and family to give your mother and me grandchildren. We also do not want you to leave us, but we cannot trust all these people here to look after you, so your mother and I decided on this: for you to go to the city, and there, you will be genuinely loved, not by greedy people who may be pretending with you to gain favor from us." "Dad!" Tears flowed freely from my eyes like taps, and my mother stood up and walked up to meet me. "You don't have to cry. I can assure you that the Briggs family is good people, and Mr. Joshua Briggs is my childhood friend. You will

Amara: When my mom arrived in my bedroom looking radiant in her long white nightdress, she smelled fresh like a rose, and she came into my room with Agnes, who greeted me warmly, "Good morning, Amara. I brought your tea and bread." "Thank you," I told Agnes, accepting the teacup from her hand. I walked up to my chair in my room and had a seat, where I sat down and drank my tea while eating the bread with it. My mom walked to look outside the window, and she walked back to meet me and said, "Hurry up. The driver is already here, and why didn't you make up your face? You know that you'll see your husband in the city, so you should look hot when you eventually meet with him." I pouted my pink lips as I finished drinking my tea. Internally, I didn't have any intention of pleasing the man to whom I might be married, and my mom said, "Agnes, get me my makeup box from my room." "No, Mom. There won't be any need for that. I don't have to pretend in the face of my husband. So I am perfectl

Darlington: I woke up in my bedroom to the fresh start of a New Year's Day. I was so excited, as I wanted to go downstairs to inform my parents that I wanted to get married this year, and I had made up my mind to settle down with Jenna Colton. Jenna had been my love for five years. I met her through her elder brother, Bruce Colton, as he was my best friend in school. We studied the same business course, and we lived in Country Z, in the heart of the city. The Colton family was also among the wealthy and influential family here. Jenna had a successful career as an actress. She was also a model and had been featured as the face of many brands. I knew that Jenna had gone through the knife and had undergone a lot of surgeries to enhance her beauty, but I still loved her nonetheless. I loved Jenna very much, and I didn't regret my decision to propose to her last weekend to marry me. My father didn't react to my post, and to make matters worse, I could not seem to find him online ag

Darlington: I watched my father walk away from us, climbing the stairs, and he went back to his room, exiting our view. "Mother," I said, gazing back at my mother as I struggled to comprehend the news my father had just shared about my impending marriage, like a document signed in an agreement. "Calm down, Darlington. You will not marry any Amara Nicholas, not while I am here," my mother said, and my younger sister laughed, making me glare at her. "What's so funny, Samara?" My mother asked her before I could. "Just because your father didn't marry you off like that, right? That's why you are shamelessly laughing at your older brother, right?" "No, Mother." Our mother looked displeased at Samara, who coughed and apologized to us, "Mom, I'm sorry. But this is very funny. How can our dad marry Darlington without Darlington consenting to it or knowing about it, and now his wife is already coming here? Hahaha!" "Samara!!" Our mother yelled at Samara, and Samara ran ahead to the doubl

••DARLINGTON•• I wait for Jenna to arrive. After taking my bath, I request something edible to eat. My phone rings on the table in my room, waking me from a long afternoon nap. I immediately get out of the hotel bed. Realizing it is already evening, I frown because I had expected Jenna to arrive before now. I pick up my phone and see that my mother is calling. "Hello, Darlington. Where are you?" my mother asks. I yawn and stretch before replying, "I am somewhere special, Mom. Why are you calling me?" I do not want to think it is because of the new lady arriving at my father's mansion. My mother confirms my suspicion: "She is already here in our house, Darlington. Your father has been trying to call your mobile number to find out where you are, but it is not connecting. Where are you? Start coming home." "No, Mother, why? I told you earlier that I am not interested in seeing this lady. I do not care who she is or where she is from. Father can go ahead and marry her as his second w