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

Camille Montclair’s POV

I watched Aurora watch a series with me before deciding to leave the house.

Why would she do that when I had clearly come to see her and of course take money from her husband? It was mostly to see her. I didn’t want her having any second ideas about what I would do and not do.

“Why?” I asked. “It’s not making any sense for you to leave when I’m around. You should stay with me.”

“I’d take my chances out there,” she said. “I don’t feel like staying with you today.”

“What’s the meaning of that?” now she was just being offensive. I had done nothing wrong by coming over. “Why are you not giving your mother enough time today? Why are you acting like you’re irritated? Why are you all not happy? I don’t get it.”

“Maybe it’s because of you, mother, have you thought about that?”

“I don’t get you.”

“You make everything about you,” she snapped, catching me off guard. “You pushed us into the life paths that weren’t going to make us happy but that would make you happy.”

“I don’t get why you’re yelling at me. I only did what any mother would do, try to make my children happy by making sure they were in the best of hands. It’s not about what makes you happy but about what makes us successful.

“You should have understood this by now. I wanted us to be successful and I put you all on successful paths. One married a president and the other a rich company man. So you see? It didn’t turn out bad for you or I.”

She laughed. “You are sick, you know that? Meeting my husband and being forced to marry him turned out right because we had learned to live with each other and over time I fell in love with him. He was a gentleman. But not everything was right.”

I suddenly thought back on all my children’s failures and it made me feel worse. What was she mumbling about? Did she want to be poor? Did she know how harsh the world out there was for poor people? She had no idea what I had done to save her from being in that lifestyle.

I tried to stop myself from crying, however, a tear fell out which had her softening and patting me on the hand.

“I’m sorry mum,” she said. “I was only telling you the truth. I didn’t know you would take it so hard.”

I nodded, cleaning the tears with the handkerchief from my purse. “It’s fine. I’m sorry for causing a scene. I’ll leave you now and go home. Maybe I’ll call your husband later.”

“Sure,” she said as I walked out of the door, heading for the car.

My trip to the ground floor in the elevator was filled with sadness. I was sad and angry at myself for trying so hard to be that person my children needed. Instead it had turned out horribly.

I was seen as the villain. I had taken care of these children from their childhood till this present time on my own. Their father was basically useless. All he did was back me up whenever I wanted to make a certain decision. He didn’t make the decision with me.

I didn’t want them to get married to a man who was terrible. I wanted them to get married to someone who was different. With someone who could handle financial decisions and handle decisions about them in a different way.

My husband was a loser even when he was successful. I didn’t want that for them, so I wanted them to fall for people who were strong willed and powerful.

The door opened and I got out, heading for my car.

The chauffeur opened the door for me, rounding it to enter and ask me where we were to go. I wanted to go to the park to clear my head and rest but the sound of children running and screaming with dogs barking and people talking didn’t seem appealing to me.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

I wanted to go home, so I told him and he drove me there.

I would stay in my car and think deeply about what was going on instead.

I wanted to change for my children to love me and I started to examine my life to know where I had gone wrong. Was I the one who had made Zendaya hate me or was she looking for an outlet to pour her anger on?

Because of my wrong choices according to them, they all had to suffer.

I had done what I thought was the best at the time. Had I been wrong? Was I to blame for it?

I didn’t know. Maybe I was just the problem and they were right.

I got out of the car which had been parked in front of the house.

“Thank you,” I said to the chauffeur, getting into the empty house and slumping in my bed.

My eyes started to get wet as I slowly came to a conclusion that I was the problem.

All my children could have told me was a thank you but instead I was getting rage fits and angry words from them.

Even Zendaya had run away from me. Was I that horrible of a person to them?

I could not imagine myself as a bad person, but they had other ideas of who I was or what I was capable of.

I had failed as a mother if that was the case.

I got up to clean the tears and look at the large picture of us on the wall. The four of us. We were so happy before the marriage thing came up.

Was I to blame for their growth and unhappiness? Zendaya had not even shown me her children yet.

“Oh lord,” I gasped. “What have I done?”

The waterworks flowed in as I thought of how to change everything.