All Chapters of Mr Darlington Ex Wife : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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 is a tall, dark-skinned man, unlike me and my mother, who are both light-skinned. My father sighed and said, "Amara, we are not disowning you as 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 don't want you to leave us, but we cannot trust these people here to look after you, so your mother and I decided on this: for you to go to the city, where you will be genuinely loved, not by greedy people who may be pretending to gain favor from us." "Dad!" Tears flowed from my eyes like taps, and my mother stood up and walked up to me. "You don't have to cry. I can assure you that the Briggs family are good people, and Mr. Joshua is my childhood friend. You will be treated well when you get to their family home," my father told me, and I

AMARA: My mom returned to my bedroom looking radiant in her long white nightdress. She smelled fresh like a rose and came in 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 to my chair in my room and sat down, where I drank my tea while eating the bread. 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 do your makeup? You know you'll see your husband in the city, so you should look presentable when you eventually meet him." I pouted my pink lips as I finished drinking my tea. I internally 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 front of my husband. So I'm perfectly okay as I am. If I pretend with him, what if I can't

DARLINGTON: I woke up in my bedroom to the fresh start of a brand new day. A New Year's Day. I was so excited, as I wanted to go downstairs to officially 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 has been my love for the past five years. I met her through her elder brother, Bruce, as he was my best friend in college. We studied the same business course, and we live in Country Z, in the heart of the city. The Colton family was also among the wealthy and well-known families here. Jenna has a successful career as an actress. She is also a model and has been featured as the face of many brands. I knew that Jenna had gone through cosmetic procedures to enhance her beauty, but I still love her nonetheless. I love 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 couldn't find him online again after

DARLINGTON: I watched my father walk away from us by climbing the stairs and going back to his room upstairs. "Mom," I gazed back at my mother, struggling to comprehend the news my father had just shared about my arranged marriage. "Calm down, Darlington. You will not marry any Amara Nicholas, not while I am here," my mother said, and my younger sister laughed aloud, making me glare at her. "What's so funny, Samara?" Mom asked her before I could. "Just because your father didn't marry you off like that. That's why you are shamelessly laughing at your older brother, right?" "No, Mother," Samara said, but Mom looked displeased at her, who coughed and apologized, "Mom, I'm sorry. But this is very funny. How can our dad marry Darlington without his consent, and now his wife is already coming here? Hahaha!" "Samara!!" Mom yelled, and my sister ran ahead to the double-door fridge in the living room to get a bottle of water for herself. "I'm sorry, Mom," Samara apologized, taking out a

DARLINGTON: I waited for Jenna to arrive, and after taking my bath, I requested something to eat. My phone rang on the table in my room, waking me up from a long afternoon nap. I immediately got out of the hotel bed, and realizing it was already evening, I frowned as I had expected Jenna to arrive before this time. I picked up my phone, seeing that my mother was calling me. "Hello, Darlington. Where are you?" Mom asked me, and I yawned and stretched before I replied, "I am somewhere special, Mom. Why are you calling me?" I didn't want to think it was because of the new lady who was arriving at our mansion, and my mother confirmed to me, "She's already here in our house, Darlington, and your father has been trying to call your mobile number since, to know where you are, but it's not connecting. Where are you? Start coming home." "No, Mother, why? I told you earlier that I wasn't interested in seeing this lady. I don't care who she is or where she's from. Father can go ahead and ma