Mr Darlington Ex Wife

Amara Nicholas:On the 31st of December, we were preparing for the crossover night celebration. I was in my room brushing my hair after having my bath. I donned a long blue sleeping gown and stood by my mirror.When I heard a knock on my door, I walked up to it and pulled it open. I then saw my mother's maid, Agnes, standing there and smiling at me.Agnes wore a similar long blue gown; she was light-skinned and of average height, like me. I am 24 years old, and I asked her, “What do you want, Agnes?”Smiling back at me, Agnes replied, “Good evening, Amara. Your father sent for you downstairs to see him before the crossover night begins.”“Why? But we just finished having our dinner now, and I am not interested in the fireworks,” I replied.“I don't know, but your dad is downstairs waiting to see you, and the guests have all gone outside, preparing for the fireworks,” Agnes said."Hmm. That's fine. Inform my father that I will be with him shortly. I want to use the restroom," I told Agn

Amara Nicholas:We entered my bedroom, which was very large, and my mother accompanied me to pack some of my things. She didn't want me to carry all my belongings, reminding me that the Briggs family was wealthy and I didn’t have to stress about arranging everything I owned.We finished packing all the boxes around 1 a.m., and my mother was exhausted. She stretched and yawned, telling me, "I have to go back to my room to meet your father. Good night, my princess.""Okay, Mom, but I am still not happy about this marriage. Can't you talk to Dad again about this?" I asked, looking at her face with my blue, shining eyes that glimmered with hope at the thought of her agreeing."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 from time to time to see how you're faring," my mother told me, and hot tears streamed down my face.I didn’t know why I wasn't happy about getting married a

Amara Nicholas:"Ah!!" I screamed, almost causing the driver to have an accident. I was so shocked to see the face of the man I was 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 just shocked to see my husband's face online," I said nervously. Mr. Timothy smiled knowingly, 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 started university. We crossed paths, and I mistakenly stepped on his foot while walking with my friend Esther Peters.Esther was an accountant; she was very charming and never failed to notice all the handsome and wealthy guys at the university.I wondered how a rich girl like Esther Peters could be so easily swayed by money when she wasn'

Darlington Briggs:I immediately rose from the black couch and stared at my father in shock."Whose wife, Dad?" I asked again, wanting to be sure. My father stood up too and said, "Darlington, I have told you that you cannot marry Jenna. The reason I arranged for you to marry my best friend's daughter is that she's well-mannered and not a corrupt young woman like Jenna Colton.""Dad... I can't believe you're saying this. I am the one who is to marry Jenna, not you! What gives you the right to decide my life 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'm very certain she's cheating on you with her colleagues. Forget about Jenna and

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?" my mother asked, 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’s best not to inform Jenna? She may overreact; allow me to handle everything for you. 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 feel like leaving this house right now. I don't want to be here when that woman arrives," I said, hinting at my frustration."It's okay. Just be safe out there," my mother assured me."Sure, Mom. I'm not a kid; I will be fine. Take care," I said, hugging her. Though I was taller than both her and Samara, they are my family, and their happiness matters to me.Well, I cannot say the same about my dad. Most children and adults