Jenna Colton. "Huh!" My jaw dropped as I saw Collins with a golden ring, down on one knee in front of everyone, proposing to me. We stood in the hallway, not disturbing the others who had come for emergency treatment. Since it was no longer clinic hours, the hospital was less crowded than it usually was in the morning when a lot of outpatients filled the lobby and hallways. "Aww!" My eyes welled up with tears as I saw some fans pulling out their phones to record me. They awaited my response, and since I wanted to get out of the hospital ward quickly, I said yes, knowing that this was a new chapter of my life. Since Collins was ready to marry me, not minding my flaws and wanting to have me as his wife, I had to accept his ring. So I told him, "Yes. I accept." Collins slipped the engagement ring onto my left finger, and tears of joy welled up in my eyes as I hugged him heartily just as he rose. He was taller than me, and he didn't press to kiss me. We just hugged. "Congratulations
**Amara Nicholas.**I wasn't happy when I came to Darlington's office and saw Jenna Colton with him again. Darlington assured me that he had nothing to do with Jenna, but upon seeing them standing close, I felt they wanted to kiss each other but quickly separated the moment they saw me enter the office.Jenna also appeared sad when I saw her leaving. She didn't tell Darlington goodbye, and she kept her face downward and fled the top floor where Darlington's office was.I was relieved when I saw that, and I told Darlington that I went to get some of my baby's things and would be heading home. So, I just dropped by his company to see him.Darlington smiled as he cupped my face and told me he was through with his office work. So, we went home together.Upon getting home, I saw the news trend on the television showing the engagement video of Jenna Colton that had gone viral.I couldn't believe my eyes as it hadn't been long since I last saw Jenna in Darlington's office, shedding crocodile
Jenna's POVThe day of my wedding arrived. I dressed elegantly in a white wedding dress and accepted Collins Kingston as my husband.Collins was nice; he wore a black tux and tried to make me happy, but he wasn't Darlington. He could never be Darlington Briggs. I had to take my husband's permission to invite Darlington and his wife Amara to our wedding, but Darlington didn't want to attend.He only sent me a wedding gift: a big box full of baby clothes.After our wedding, I decided to focus on my career as a model and my husband. It was a private wedding, and it went successfully. Though I was heartbroken not seeing Darlington Briggs around.I had hoped Darlington would grace the event. But throughout the reception, I never saw him and knew that I was married to Collins now and not Darlington.I let go of the remaining feelings that I harbored for Darlington Briggs.A few days after our wedding ceremony ended, my husband and I traveled to California for our honeymoon. That was where I
Amara Nicholas:On the 31st of December, we were preparing for the crossover night celebration. I was in my room brushing my hair after having my bath. I donned a long blue sleeping gown and stood by my mirror.When I heard a knock on my door, I walked up to it and pulled it open. I then saw my mother's maid, Agnes, standing there and smiling at me.Agnes wore a similar long blue gown; she was light-skinned and of average height, like me. I am 24 years old, and I asked her, “What do you want, Agnes?”Smiling back at me, Agnes replied, “Good evening, Amara. Your father sent for you downstairs to see him before the crossover night begins.”“Why? But we just finished having our dinner now, and I am not interested in the fireworks,” I replied.“I don't know, but your dad is downstairs waiting to see you, and the guests have all gone outside, preparing for the fireworks,” Agnes said."Hmm. That's fine. Inform my father that I will be with him shortly. I want to use the restroom," I told Agn
Amara Nicholas:"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 very tall man with dark skin, 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 also do not want you to leave us, but we cannot trust all 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 with you to gain favor from us.""Dad!" Tears flowed freely from my eyes like taps, and my mother stood up and walked over to meet me."You don't have to cry. I assure you that the Briggs family are good people, and Mr. Joshua Briggs is my childhood friend. You will be treated well when you get
Amara Nicholas:We entered my bedroom, which was very large, and my mother accompanied me to pack some of my things. She didn't want me to carry all my belongings, reminding me that the Briggs family was wealthy and I didn’t have to stress about arranging everything I owned.We finished packing all the boxes around 1 a.m., and my mother was exhausted. She stretched and yawned, telling me, "I have to go back to my room to meet your father. Good night, my princess.""Okay, Mom, but I am still not happy about this marriage. Can't you talk to Dad again about this?" I asked, looking at her face with my blue, shining eyes that glimmered with hope at the thought of her agreeing."No, Amara. I want you to marry and give me a grandchild. I cannot speak to your father about this again. Not to worry; when you get to the city, I will call you from time to time to see how you're faring," my mother told me, and hot tears streamed down my face.I didn’t know why I wasn't happy about getting married a
Amara Nicholas:My mom arrived in my bedroom looking radiant in her long white nightdress. She smelled fresh like a rose, and she came into my room 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 over to my chair in my room and took a seat, where I drank my tea while eating the bread.My mom looked outside the window, then walked back to me and said, "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 meet him."I pouted my pink lips as I finished drinking my tea. I had no intention of pleasing the man I might be marrying. My mom said, "Agnes, get me my makeup box from my room.""No, Mom. There’s no need for that. I don't want to pretend in front of my husband. I’m perfectly okay as I am. If I pretend with him, what if I can't keep up the facade I presented to him at first si
Amara Nicholas:"Ah!!" I screamed, almost causing the driver to have an accident. I was so shocked to see the face of the man I was married to."What's the problem, my lady? Are you alright?" Mr. Timothy asked in concern as he slowed down and gazed at me cautiously through the car's rearview mirror."I'm sorry, sir. You can continue driving; I was just shocked to see my husband's face online," I said nervously. Mr. Timothy smiled knowingly, and I made a mental note not to scream out so foolishly again.The drive resumed, and I continued to look at the face of the man who was about to become my husband: Darlington Briggs.I had seen him before when I started university. We crossed paths, and I mistakenly stepped on his foot while walking with my friend Esther Peters.Esther was an accountant; she was very charming and never failed to notice all the handsome and wealthy guys at the university.I wondered how a rich girl like Esther Peters could be so easily swayed by money when she wasn'