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 t
