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

AMARA'S POV: “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 tall, dark-skinned man, unlike my mother and me, who were both light-skinned. My father sighed and said, “Amara, we are not disowning you. You will always be our daughter, but you have to start your own family to give your mother and me grandchildren. We don't want you to leave us, but we cannot trust everyone here to look after you. Your mother and I decided that it would be best for you to go to the city, where you will be truly loved and not taken advantage of by greedy people who may be pretending to care about you just to gain favor from us.” “Dad!” Tears poured from my eyes like water from a tap, and my mother stood up and walked toward me. “Amara, you don’t have to cry. I can assure you that the Briggs family are good people, and Joshua is my childhood friend. You will be treated well when you ev

AMARA'S POV: Mom entered my room, looking radiant in her long white nightdress. She smelled fresh like a rose, and she 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. I walked to my chair in my room and sat down, drinking my tea and eating the bread with it. Mom walked to the window to look outside, then came back to me and said, “Hurry up. The driver is already here, and why haven’t you done your face? You know you’ll see your husband in the city, so you should look nice when you eventually meet him.” I pouted my pink lips as I finished drinking my tea. I had no intention of pleasing the man I might be married to, so I kept mute. “Agnes, get me my makeup box from my room,” Mom said. “No, Mom. There is no need for that. I don’t have to pretend in front of my husband. I am perfectly fine like this, just the way I am. If I pretend with him, what if I can’t continue pretending

DARLINGTON: I woke up to the fresh start of a brand-new day—New Year's Day. I was excited, as I intended to go downstairs and inform my parents that I wanted to get married this year. I had made up my mind to settle down with Jenna Colton. Jenna has been my love for five years. I met her through her elder brother, Bruce, who was my best friend in high school. We studied the same business course and lived in Country Z, in the heart of the city. The Colton family was also wealthy and well-known. Jenna has a successful career as an actress and model, having been featured as the face of many brands. I knew Jenna had undergone surgeries to enhance her beauty, but I loved her nonetheless. I didn't regret my decision to propose to her last weekend. My father hadn't reacted to my social media post, and to make matters worse, I couldn't find his profile online after the news of my engagement went viral. Dad had purposely blocked me online so he wouldn't have to see my posts about Jenna.

DARLINGTON: I watched my father walk away, climbing the stairs until he disappeared from view. "Mother," I said, gazing at her. I was struggling to comprehend the news of my impending marriage, which felt like a contract I had never signed. "Calm down, Darlington. You will not marry any Amara Nicholas, not while I am here," my mother said. My younger sister laughed, and I glared at her. "What's so funny, Samara?" my mother asked before I could. "Just because your father didn't marry you off like that? Is that why you are shamelessly laughing at your older brother?" "No, Mother." Mom looked displeased, and Samara coughed and apologized. "Mom, I'm sorry. But this is ridiculous. How can Dad marry Darlington off without his consent? And now his wife is already on her way here? Hahaha!" "Samara!" Mom yelled. Samara ran to the double-door fridge in the living room to get a bottle of water. "I'm sorry, Mom," she apologized again, gulping down the water. I sighed. "Mom, you have to go

DARLINGTON: I waited for Jenna to arrive, and after my bath, I ordered some food. I eventually drifted off into a long afternoon nap, only to be woken by my phone ringing on the table. I sat up, realizing it was already evening. I frowned; I had expected Jenna to arrive hours ago. I picked up the phone and saw my mother was calling. "Hello, Darlington. Where are you?" she asked. I yawned and stretched before replying, "I am somewhere special, Mom. Why are you calling?" I didn't want to think it was about the new woman arriving at our mansion, but my mother confirmed my fears. "She is already here, Darlington. Your father has been trying to call your mobile, but it isn't 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 marry her as his second wife," I said. "Darlington!" I heard my father’s voice in the background as he stepped into