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

Asher’s POVProperty © NôvelDrama.Org.

After the picture of Zendaya had been shown to me during that charity event, I decided that I was going to do everything to make sure I got to her.

Everyone around me irritated me and it made me snap at everyone including my so-called wife who was always in my face with her stupid letter.

“Stop saying hurtful things to me!” Delia had yelled when I had snapped at her to stop being a pest. “I am your wife and I deserve some respect.”

“Don’t get in my face again,” I could remember my response to her before walking out. I didn’t care how she felt, she had her shopping therapy to help her get over herself.

My only goal had been to see Zendaya and when I got the opportunity to talk to her in the next function I was elated.

I could see how much she had grown and how far she had come. She was more confident and I liked it. It made me realize how much I wanted her and I loved having to deal with women who were as beautiful and confident as her.

I could not even believe that I had been married to this woman before. She looked so different.

I watched her leave the party with a man and I immediately searched for her social media.

Her pictures drew me in as I loved what I was looking at. She was perfect with the perfect body.

I had my assistants create a fake account which I used to follow her as I stalked her from that night until the next morning when I got an update that she was in a new restaurant that had opened that morning.

I knew this was my cue and I got out of bed, had my shower and dressed to go and meet her.

As soon as I entered the restaurant, I looked around searching for her, only to see her drinking a glass of wine in a corner.

I approached her with a smile on my face as she looked around but not at me even when I was standing in front of her.

I wondered why she was still mad at me but I could not be mad at her for long. She was too pretty for that.

I sat at the table as she finally acknowledged me without looking up.

“What are you doing at my table?” she asked with a deep voice. “I didn’t invite you here.”

“How are you doing?” I ignored her rude words as I was planning to start over with her.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, ignoring my question. “Leave me alone so I can have my space to myself.”

“Look Zen, I’m trying to be nice. If you could replicate that action I would really appreciate it.”

The woman chuckled after hearing this as she laid back in her seat staring at me with intense eyes.

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Zendaya’s POV

I thought to myself that this was too easy. Playing hard to get and forming disinterested only seem to get his attention.

I could see he really wanted to talk to me and I decided to give him a pass and actually talk to him. It would not hurt for me to do that.

“I am fine,” I finally answered with a straight face. “How are you?”

I’ve been good. It’s been a while.”

“I know. More than five years.”

“Five years.”

“The months aren’t being equated.”

“But we don’t need to add them.”

Our conversation was strained but I did not care. Anything to make him feel uncomfortable was the goal.

“Tell me about your life,” I sighed. “What have I missed?”

“Well, I’m married to Delia. Don’t worry you don’t know her,” he chuckled like it was supposed to be funny. “I still don’t have children and I am still the president.”

“I can see that,” I nodded towards the open window as I could see his presidential car with his guards standing outside the restaurant. “Congratulations on your marriage by the way.”

“Thank you,” he smiled. “What about you? Are you seeing someone?”

I immediately thought of Travis but I knew for this plan to work I had to be single. I knew Travis would understand so I shook my head.

“No, I am not seeing anyone,” I said, drinking from my cup.

“You sure?” he raised a brow. “Because at the event yesterday I found a man by your side aiding you with things you needed done.”

“I don’t see how that is any of your concern,” I folded my arms in an offensive way.

“Alright,” he smiled, raising his hands up. “So… do you have children?”

That question had me freezing in my seat as I had not expected to receive that question today. But since it was already here I was going to make the best of it.

I immediately remembered the children who had told me that the man had met up with them. I had to find a way to evade this question.

“What kind of stupid question is that?” I asked with an amused face. “Who would I have the child with? I’m not seeing anyone.”

“I’m sorry,” he sighed. “I just… The last time we spoke you were pregnant. Did you abort it?”

I laughed out in a loud manner before leaning forward, my arms still crossed, “I did abort it. That’s what you wanted, right?”

I was mad at him for asking me silly questions. He was still as stupid as ever. How could he be this heartless?

We were already legally married, we were both rich and we were supposed to have children, but the minute I took in, he asked for the child to be aborted.

He would not make a good father and I was determined to keep my children as far as I could away from him.

He did not deserve to be around those children. I would do everything in my power to keep them away from him.