Mommy, Is The President Our Daddy? The Ex-Wife’s Revenge

Zendaya’s POV

“What the hell, Zendaya?” I heard him barge into the room as I looked up from the book I was reading. He entered the room, closed the door and stared at me in my eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me the real reason for your bad mood?

“You made me think I was the problem and instead of talking to me about it, you left me racking my brains out. I had to ask the children and I got my answers from them.”

“Those kids,” I muttered under my breath before dropping the book I was reading to sit up. “Hey, I’m sorry, okay. I was really overcome with anger… a lot of it. I did not expect that he would show up at my children’s school.

“I really want to take him down and throughout the car ride I kept thinking of a way to bring him down.”Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Travis folded his arms with raised brows. He was still mad at me.

“Look, I’m sorry. I should have told you what had happened but like I said I was mad. I’ve taken care of the small fries in my revenge plan and I’m ready to take out Asher. I’m only looking for the best plan so I won’t make any mistakes. I want his downfall to be epic.”

“Well, if you say so,” he shrugged. “I thought we could celebrate today on the success of your other plans. I saw the news about Blair and Alex. I know it was you who did that and I’m on your side. I don’t think we can celebrate anymore… at least not until you’re smiling again.

“I’ll go to my apartment. If you need me, you’ll know where to find me.”

With that he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. I heard him call the children before leaving the apartment.

I laid in bed until it was midnight. The children already had their dinner in the car so there was no need to give them anything and since I was not hearing any sound in the hallways or the rooms I could tell that they were asleep.

Standing to my feet, I walked to the balcony to look at the city lights. I had lied to my children about Asher, telling them that the president was not their father since I had never met the president before.

The memories from the past started to flood back. I could remember when I had told him I was pregnant and he had straight up told me to abort it. The hurt from that day washed over me as I felt the goosebumps on my body.

I had tried keeping away the revenge I was going to take on him since I got to America, because I was not sure how to handle it, but now that the children and the man had crossed paths I had to enact my plan.

Going to bed, I fell asleep to the thoughts of the new plans, waking up the next morning with it being the first thing on my mind.

I heard the apartment door open as I got to my feet, walking out of the room to see Asher dressed in his suit with his suitcase in hand.

“Good morning sunshine,” he smiled before kissing me. “Did you sleep well?”

“I have no idea,” I chuckled.

“Hey, it’s going to be fine. You don’t even have to think of that jerk ever again. He doesn’t deserve you.”

I could tell that he was trying to cheer me up and I was glad about it but I would be truly happy if I took Asher down.

“I do have a plan,” I said, getting his attention. “But I don’t know how to go about it.”

“Oh really? What is it?”

“I was thinking I would get back together with him.”

“What?!” the man screamed in shock. I was sure his screams would wake up the children.

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Asher’s POV

I ate breakfast while listening to the morning news. It was always the same old boring thing and I was sick of hearing it.

Taking up the remote, I changed the channel to another one which has the reporter talking about politics. I nodded as that was what I wanted to know about. More politics.

“Sir,” someone called as I turned to my right to see a maid standing beside me. She had a letter in her hand.

“What is that?” I asked cleaning my mouth with a handkerchief.

“A letter from your wife, sir,” she said.

I wondered what Delia wanted and I waved the woman away with the letter. Standing up after rejecting the letter I was ready to go about my day as the servants started to clear up the table.

Ever since Zendaya left my life, the pressure to get married again had built up until I had gotten married to someone I could live with and who would stay away from my way.

Delia was her name, a bit strange when I had heard of it the first time, but now I had gotten used to it.

She knew my family very well and she liked to use her wealth to get whatever she wanted. That bored me everyday and I barely saw her anyway.

She was always shopping with her friends and as the president I was never not busy.

I only got to see her once in a blue moon but that was fine by me. Those times I would have sex with her just for the sake of it but she never meant much to me.

While leaving for the office, I heard from the television about Zendaya’s family’s downfall which had me thinking of her.

It had been a while since I had thought about her but it was time to move on. I had better things to think about.

Shaking my head, I started out of the dining hall and followed my assistants to the office.