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

Asher’s POV

I didn’t expect that she would be here in the kitchen doing anything by this time. Normally, she was out of the house before it hit a certain time. It was like clockwork.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

She didn’t even wait for a minute before she would be out of the house, however now she was around I found this to be strange. It was unlike her. Even more was the fact that the workers gathered everywhere and worked with her.

I had called for them in the main house but they had not been available to me. They had been missing. This had me worried before I got out of bed to see the entire place empty.

I could hear the buzz from the kitchen so I followed it and here I was to see them all huddled in here.

Zendaya was at the edge of the kitchen throwing orders which was so like her. I smiled at this before catching myself and walking in to lock eyes with her.

“Asher,” she smiled at me. “Good morning.”

I was more confused at what was going on and I looked around to understand what they were doing. Were they baking or cooking? I couldn’t tell, but whatever they were doing, it seemed odd.

“Zendaya? What are you still doing here?”

She was visibly confused when I asked that but it was because I did not expect her to be here with me.

“And are you… cooking?” I had never seen her do that. This was a surprise to me. I was very sure I had not seen her cook before. This was a strange thing for me. All I could do was marvel at what she was doing.

Not once had I even tasted a food she had made herself.

“How about you go and sit down in the dining room and I will be there with you?” she smiled as I nodded before leaving.

I wanted to leave the house as usual but I decided to stick around and do what she asked. Maybe she had something else in mind. Whatever it was, I wanted to find where this would lead to.

While there, I watched a few shows on the television before she appeared with the food on a trolley, arranging it on the table.

“This is… surprising,” I said looking at the meal before me which was looking delicious. I couldn’t wait to give it a try but I was still mad at her. I decided to hold myself back from doing anything like eating the food until she would give me an explanation for why she had done what she did.

“Come on,” she smiled, settling down beside me. “You should eat up.”

I didn’t want to. This was how she had gotten me through her kindness. She had not been kind, she had been a menace to me but I had not seen it. I had been blinded by what I could see. That would not happen again.

She was only here to take away the little joy I had in me. If I succumbed to her…

“I’m sorry,” she said to me. “I really am, Asher. I don’t know how to apologize even more. I’ve tried talking to you, pleading with you and this meal is an apology for what I’ve done.

Please don’t hold your grudges against me for so long. At least see that I’m trying and forgive me. I already explained to you that my evidence against you was in the beginning. Now I am very sure that I have made a mistake.

After falling for you, I shelved that file and moved on but I should have deleted it. That was my mistake. I know that now. But I’m asking you to forgive me for that and at least eat the meal I made for you.”

Her apology was touching and I accepted it before taking a bite of what she had made.

While eating, I was astounded by how good it was. I had reluctantly taken the first bite but this second one was different. I took another bite and another with widened eyes.

“This is wonderful!” I clapped in excitement before taking back my composure.

“Thank you so much,” she beamed at my words.

I suddenly felt guilty over the stress I had put her through. I should have been kinder but somehow I had not been that kind of a man. I had instead been a little too harsh.

“How about you eat with me?” I smiled. “Besides, I’d love it if you would do that with me. I wouldn’t want you to stress yourself for me.”

She nodded, getting out her hand to take a spoon as I saw the burn mark on her hand.

Grabbing her wrist, I noticed the burn was fresh. “Did you get this while cooking?”

“Yeah,” she nodded.

“Maids!” I yelled as they all ran out from the kitchen. “First aid box! Now!”

They ran in different directions before getting me what I had asked for.

I tore through the box before getting the ointment needed for her body.

“You have to be careful next time,” I said, fixing up her wounds. “Let me see the other hand.”

“Good morning mum and dad,” I heard three little voices chirp by the edge of the table. The triplets were awake.

“Hey angels,” I smiled. Their wide eyes filled with so much uncertainty and love.

They sat around the table as I dished the food for everyone to eat. I loved this morning. It was better than dinner yesterday.

I had taken a long time to actually think about what she had told me yesternight. It had been a long discussion but it was one that had brought my mind to the present situation.

Maybe I was taking my anger to another level.

She had done it and there was nothing that could be done. It was to forgive and eat the whole family.

I had work but I could stay a while longer with them.

“Aren’t you going to be late for work?” she asked but I shook my head.