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

AMARA POV: “Dad, I don’t want to go to the city. I don’t want to marry a city man,” I protested, tears gathering in my eyes. My father stood up from the blue couch. He was a tall, dark-skinned man, unlike my mother and me—we were both light-skinned. He sighed and said, “Amara, we are not disowning you. 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 all the people here to look after you. So, your mother and I have decided: you will go to the city, where you will be genuinely loved—not by greedy people who might pretend to care for you just to gain favor from us.” “Dad!” Tears flowed freely from my eyes like taps, and my mother stood up and walked over to me. “You don’t have to cry,” my father said. “I can assure you that the Briggs family are good people. Mr. Joshua Briggs is my childhood friend. You will be treated well in their home.” His words left me speechl

AMARA POV: My mother entered my room, radiant in her long white nightdress. She smelled as fresh as a rose and was accompanied by 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 over to my chair, sat down, and drank my tea while eating the bread. My mother walked to the window, looked outside, and then returned to me. “Hurry up. The driver is already here. Why didn’t you do your makeup? You know you’ll see your husband in the city, so you should look your best when you eventually meet him.” I pouted my pink lips as I finished drinking my tea. Inside, I had no intention of trying to please the man I was supposedly married to. My mother said, “Agnes, get me my makeup box from my room.” “No, Mom. There’s no need for that. I don’t have to pretend in front of my husband. I’m perfectly fine just the way I am. If I pretend with him, what if I can’t keep up the act? What if I can’t cont

DARLINGTON POV: I woke up in my bedroom to the fresh start of a brand-new day—New Year’s Day. I was excited, as I wanted to go downstairs and officially inform my parents that I had made up my mind to get married this year and settle down with Jenna Colton. Jenna had been my love for the past five years. I met her through her elder brother, Bruce, who was my best friend in school. We studied the same business course and lived in Country Z, in the heart of the city. The Colton family was also a wealthy and well-known family there. Jenna had a successful career as an actress and model. She was the face of many brands. I knew she had undergone surgeries to enhance her beauty, but I loved her nonetheless. I loved Jenna very much and didn’t regret my decision to propose to her last weekend. My father didn’t react to my post, and to make matters worse, I couldn’t seem to find him online again after the news of my engagement to Jenna went viral. My father had purposely blocked me so h

DARLINGTON POV: I watched my father climb the stairs and disappear back into his room, leaving us out of his sight. “Mother,” I said, turning back to her, struggling to comprehend the news my father had just shared about my arranged marriage—like a signed document. “Calm down, Darlington. You will not marry any Amara Nicholas, not while I am here,” Mom said. My younger sister laughed, and I glared at her. “What’s so funny, Samara?” Mom asked, before I could. “Just because your father didn’t marry you off like that, right? That’s why you’re shamelessly laughing at your older brother, right?” “No, Mother.” Mom looked displeased at Samara, who coughed and apologized. “Mom, I’m sorry. But this is funny. How can Dad marry Darlington off without his consent, and now his wife is coming here? Hahaha!” “Samara!!” Mom yelled. Samara ran to the double-door fridge in the living room to grab a bottle of water for herself. “I’m sorry, Mom,” she apologized again, taking out a bottle of wat

[Darlington's POV] After taking my bath, I stepped out and dressed up. Then I ordered something to eat. Later, I slept off in the bed. My phone ringing on the table woke me from a long afternoon nap. I got out of the hotel bed and frowned when I realized it was already evening. I had expected Jenna to arrive before now. I picked up my phone and saw my mother's name calling. "Hello, Darlington. Where are you?" My mother asked. I yawned and stretched before replying, "I am somewhere special, Mom. Why are you calling me?" I didn't want to think it was because of the new lady arriving at our mansion, but my mother confirmed it. "She's already here, Darlington, and your father has been trying to reach your mobile number to find out where you are, but it's not connecting. Where are you? Come home." "No, Mother. 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. "