Mr. Darlington Ex Wife

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ss. She smelled fresh like a rose, and she came into my room with Agnes,

er hand. I walked over to my chair in the room and too

up. The driver is already here. Why didn't you put on some makeup? You know you'

ntention of pleasing the man to whom I might be married.

my husband. I am perfectly okay like this. If I pretend with him, what

chless at first. She finally

od. If not, I will be back here, as

"You nag a lot. Just hush, and everyth

ollowed my mother downstairs while Agnes t

found my father standing in the center. He was still i

ged man greet my fathe

sure you return on time," my father said to the man in

driver replied, and my

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in my eyes again. Even when I went to school and studied ac

gain to live with my parents as I used to. I thought of the farms we visited, the harvest

e time in a person's life when they must shoulder the responsibil

you off. You can always return home if you don't like the city, but I won't expect y

father was talking about bringing my future kids hom

tinue my family lineage and to have someone to look up to in the coming

ed me, and I walked up to his side. He patted me closely and reassured me th

waved goodbye to my parents, uncles, and aunties, who ha

eing married off, as if I were being sold. My parents also wo

nly going to the city to multiply and

blew my nose, knowing my face looked a mess. I watched the

me. Stealing a final glance backward, I saw my mother crying and my father hugg

would take hours, as the city was far from the countryside where

t least to find something to distract my min

sed in my country. We commonly used Faceboo

ikes and reactions and dealing with fake parody ac

w many people with the same name, but finding the real Darling

gside my parents' names. It was easy to connect with old family friends, especially those with

rofile, I gasped as I saw the famili