Mr Darlington Ex Wife

Amara's POV;

It was December 31st, and I was in my bedroom when I heard a knock on the door. I walked to the door, opened it, and saw Agnes, my mother's maid, smiling at me.

Agnes was dressed in a long blue gown. She was light-skinned and a young woman, about my size. I am 24 years old. I was wearing a long blue nightgown, as it was late, around 11:30 PM.

I had pulled my wet hair into a bun after drying it from my bath. "What do you want, Agnes?" I asked, looking at her face as she smiled back.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but your father sent for you," Agnes said. I sighed and muttered, "But we just finished dinner in the dining room. What does my father want to say to me? I'm not interested in the New Year celebration."

Agnes smiled faintly and said, "I don't know, but he's downstairs with your mom, and the guests have all gone outside, preparing for the fireworks."

"Hmm, okay. Tell my father I'll be downstairs soon. Let me go and relieve myself," I told Agnes, and she smiled and left.

I sighed and went back into my room, making my way to the toilet. I came out and headed downstairs in my father's enormous mansion. We live on the outskirts of the city, precisely in the countryside. My father is a chief there and involved in agricultural farm produce.

I am treated like a princess at home. I am the center of admiration, and the people love me, as my mother taught me to be kind and helpful to those around us. We were preparing for the crossover night to a brand new year, and I didn't know how to feel about it.

I am the only child of my parents. I am still single, and my parents aren't pressuring me to get married. My father is an understanding man, but nonetheless, many men have asked for my hand in marriage, even my crush, Charles Wilfred, but my father refused.

I don't know his reason, but my mother assured me that my father wants the best for me and couldn't just give me to any male suitor who would probably mistreat me in the future. I understand and sighed, going downstairs to the living room.

We live in a standard duplex house, surrounded by many trees and gardens.

My father's mansion was fenced, but now that the celebration was underway, we had many visitors, and the guest rooms were full with my cousins and aunts.

I finally walked into the living room, and Agnes stepped out again and told me, "Your dad requests that you meet him in his office."

"Okay," I said, then proceeded to my father's home office, suspecting that what he had to tell me was private so that none of our relatives would eavesdrop.

I finally arrived at the front of my father's home office, knocked gently, and heard his calm voice respond, "Come inside."

Quietly, I pushed the office door open and peeked into the enormous office, which had two guest seats and a set of four blue couches.

My parents sat on the blue couch, and my father smiled at me and said, "Come, Amara, have a seat before the fireworks start. Your mother and I have something important to say to you."

"Okay, Dad," I walked into the office and soon sat on another blue couch across from my parents. My mother was clad in a red nightdress, and my dad wore a white garment and black trousers, which I could see because he was sitting on the same blue couch as my mother.

My dad smiled at me and said, "Amara, the time has come for your mother and me to inform you about our arrangement. We have been keeping it from you, but now is the time to let you know about our decision. Well, I am sure you're familiar with my friend, Mr. Joshua Briggs?" My father asked, and I smiled and replied, "Yes, Dad. I know him, the one who lives in the city and visits here sometimes."

"Good. Well, you are married to his only son, Darlington Briggs, and you will be going to the city tomorrow to live with him," my father informed me, and I gasped, "What? Dad, I don't understand. How can I be married to your friend's son? When? I cannot remember getting married to any man, or did I have memory loss?"

I was staring at my parents in shock. How did I get married without remembering it and without wishing to settle down and have my own home? My father sighed, and my mother smiled understandingly at me.

"It was an arrangement I had with Mr. Joshua Briggs a long time ago. You are not yet officially married to Darlington Briggs, but you will be going to live with him to see if you both can get along and finally become married as a couple," my father explained.

"Dad, I do not understand what you are saying. Do you mean I will just visit them, or am I already married to the man you're saying is your best friend's son and sleep with him?" I asked, wanting to understand him better.

"Amara, like I said, you are married to Darlington Briggs as of now, and you should be on your best behavior when you get to their house. You don't have to worry about anything; Darlington's father has already paid all the necessary dues for your hand in marriage for his son. So you're Darlington's wife. The only difference about this marriage is that Darlington didn't come down here to marry you, nor did you wear a wedding dress to walk down the aisle with him. But you are officially Mrs. Amara Briggs now, and Darlington Briggs is your husband traditionally by our custom," my father said.

"What? Dad, I cannot marry a man that I don't know. I cannot go to the city to be with him. Mom?" I looked at my mother's face, wanting to hear her opinion about all these arrangements.

My mother sighed, looked at me, and said, "Calm down, Amara. It is for your own good."

"How, Mom? I cannot go to the city to live there, Dad. I do not like the bustling life of the city people. I want to remain here, in this side of the country where there's no noise and wildlife," I protested, wanting my father to change his mind about these sudden arrangements.

My father sighed and said, "I can understand your complaint, Amara, but I trust Mr. Joshua's son to take care of you. So, prepare yourself, you're going to the city tomorrow. "