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

A message entered my phone which had me getting out of my head for a second. I picked it up from the table to look at which had me smiling from ear to ear.

Opening the message I found it to be a picture of a rare painting which I had told him I liked. The message was from Travis Wilson, a rich suitor.

‘Do you like it?’ he texted after the picture as I chuckled a little before sitting in my chair.

Thinking back on where I had first met the man, I found it to be when I had first started my bakery business. I had started the business beside my house since I could not handle the stress of going too far from the children.

Handling triplets and the business was not an easy feat but I was ready to do it and that was what I did.

When I had met Travis, I had seen him as a man who was ridiculously rich. He did not waste time in flaunting his wealth before me which had me rolling my eyes.

He had shown a liking to me which none of us could deny was there. I had told him of my children which he had answered with, ‘The more, the merrier.’.

That response alone had caught me off guard but it had made me look at him in a different light. He had tried wooing me several times to which I turned him down.

Each day he would come into my shop to get something but not without trying his advances. Suddenly I started to feel something towards him and before I could hold myself back I found myself falling for him.

Travis, with each time he would come into my shop, would spoil my children with gifts and presents which had the three of them falling in love with the man.

It wasn’t long before he turned to me and promised that he was going to change my life for the better.

The man was the perfect blend of everything. He was rich, handsome, knew how to treat me and the children and he was an honest person. However the only thing stopping me from accepting his love was the thought of my ex-husband, the president.

I knew accepting Travis would mean that I would get ready to leave my revenge against my ex-husband if I went with Travis so I cut off the feelings I had towards him.

I wasn’t going to rest until I found a way to make him pay for what he had done to me. For the pain he had caused me, the embarrassment, the terrible things he had done. I was ready to have my revenge and I would have it in the most spectacular way possible.

‘Are you there?’ his text came again as I smiled before responding.

‘Yeah. I’m at work.’

‘Why don’t you skip work early and come be with me.’

‘It’s still morning.’ I replied as he sent me laughing emojis.

‘Zen, it’s twelve. I can hardly call that morning from this side of town. How about you skip work early? Let’s go out and have lunch. Just the two of us.’

She liked this and she smiled at the offer.

‘Lobster palace. I’ll be there in five minutes. I’ll be waiting.’

I looked around the office and noticed there was nothing I was doing. Picking up my bag, I dropped my phone into it and started for the door.

I opened it as everyone in their office held their breath while I walked to the elevator.

As the elevator door closed my assistant ran to stop it as she entered with a smile getting me to grunt.

“Didn’t I say no calls?” I asked in anger while the elevator went down.

“Actually, what you said was…”

“Don’t play smart with me. What do you want?”

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“I’m leaving work early today. Leave them all for tomorrow.”

“Alright ma’am,” she answered just as the door opened. I walked out with lots of people bowing and greeting me.

I exited the building and started for the restaurant just as my guard ran after me.

“Ma’am, the parking lot is that way,” he pointed in the opposite direction.

“I’m not going home. I just want to have an early lunch. I’ll be back.”

Within minutes, I reached the restaurant to see the man waving at me.

“Hey,” he stood from his seat to open my seat. I sat and he rounded the table to sit in. “I took the liberty of ordering our food.”

“Thank you,” I smiled looking out of the window.

The food arrived and we started to eat.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen your children. How are they?”

“They are okay. They’re still in school.”

“That’s fine. You look lovely as usual.”

“Thank you.”

“I got you something,” he put his hand into his pocket to get out a beautiful box which he opened to show a necklace.

“This is beautiful,” I gasped. “Thank you,” I said.

We ate and by the end of the date I was feeling satisfied and happy.

“I know it’s not my place or anything but I just want to ask you a question,” he said, getting me suspicious.

“What is it?”

“Where is their father? You never mention him.”

“I don’t want to talk about it or be reminded of him,” I shut the question down immediately. I was having a wonderful time before the question and now all I had was rage and a heavy thirst for revenge.

“Hey,” he said, putting a hand to my chin. “It’s fine. You don’t need to answer. How about we go pick up the kids? I’ll drive.”

His tactic to distract me had worked as we stood to our feet and walked to his car.

“Thank you,” I smiled at him when he entered the car.

“It’s fine.”