Darlington's POV "Ifeoma, Allow Darlington to go and call his wife, or isn't that what he was about to do?" My dad queried my mom. "No, dad," I replied after seeing my mother frown. "Don't say I didn't warn you, Darlington. I already tried my best by helping you to marry a good wife; it's left for you to treat her good or bad," Dad said, and he added, "Let's start eating." After I finished having my dinner in the dining room downstairs, I made my way back upstairs, and the sound of water reached my ears. I overheard Amara singing in the bathroom, and I felt drawn to listening to her melodic voice. It was enchanting at that late hour. I stood there by the bathroom door, knowing Amara was in there and bathing. I remember the last time I saw her naked. My body turned hard, tempting me to push the bathroom door open, storm in, and take her from there, but remembering my promise to Jenna, I was conflicted. The bathroom door pushed open, and Amara got out and stared at me in shock. "
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