Mr. Darlington Ex Wife
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Chapter 4 4

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I finally got into the sleek black car-a black Mercedes-Benz. I waved goodbye to my parents, uncles, and aunties, who had pulled up in front of my father's mansion to say goodbye to me, too.

My aunt, Mrs. Juliet, was sobbing. After she heard that I was also married off like I was sold off. My parents also had a sad look on their faces, but I knew that this wouldn't be the end of me.

I wasn't leaving them forever; I was only going to the city to multiply and to become a mother, as my father had said.

I took out my white handkerchief and wiped off my teary face. I blew off my nose, knowing my face had become a mess. I watched the car start, and the driver reminded me to fasten my seatbelt.

I obeyed him and buckled up my seatbelt. Soon, the black car finally drove out of my parents' home. And stealing a final look backward, I saw my mother crying and my father hugging her closely and assuring her that I was going to be okay while he alone waved goodbye at me.

The driver finally speeds up, and we head to the city. I knew the drive to the town would take hours, as the city was far from the countryside where my parents and I lived and where I spent 24 years of my life.

I decided to search for my husband online, at least to find something to distract my mind and to see the face of the man to whom I was getting married.

I entered the social media network that we used in my country. We use the Facebook network to browse, chat, and upload some of our photos online.

I did upload mine, but after getting plenty of likes and reactions and the fear of fake accounts that were impersonating me, I decided to take a break.

Now, I search for my husband's name, Darlington Briggs. I saw many people with the same name as him, and finding the honest Darlington Briggs wasn't hard, as he had my father as his mutual friend.

I knew some people didn't use their real names online, well, their choice, but I used mine alongside my parents. It was easy to connect with old family friends, especially those with whom we had lost contact. But if I was using a fake name. I doubt the search would be easy.

And just like the Darlington Briggs profile I entered, I gasped as I saw the familiar face of the man I was married to.

            
            

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