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

Asher’s POV

I got back home and found Zendaya was not there as usual to welcome me back. This was odd seeing as it had been a tradition for a few days after we had reconciled and I was beginning to fall in love with the whole traditional wife hugged tired husband at the door kind of thing.

I walked to her room, knocked on it before opening it to find the air in there stale. The windows were closed and it smelled of perfume. She had gone out of the house.

That was all I needed to know she was not out. The perfume she sprayed also determined what she was going out for. If it was too strong she was meeting a male and wanted to put out a strong female personality.

This scent was a mild one. She was meeting a female.

I walked out to see my butler talking to a maid.

“Hey.” I called to him as he walked up the stairs to meet me.

“Welcome home sir,” he greeted.

“Thank you,” I hurriedly said. “Have you seen Zendaya?”

“She left the house to meet Mrs Delia.” That was all I needed to know that this was not going to end well. I didn’t care how safe the environment was, Delia was not to be trusted.

“Why didn’t you call me to tell me?!” I yelled while running down the stairs. “Tell me everything that happened up until the moment she left.”Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

I didn’t want anything to happen to her. I was going to make sure Delia would not only spend her days in prison but would never see daylight again.

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Zendaya’s POV

I arrived at the restaurant, parking by the roadside where parking was allowed.

I got out, entered the restaurant and found Delia in a private corner, away from the sight of most of the patrons. It was hidden and I repeated her for thinking this through.

As I approached her, she stood up for me to see she was dressed really indecently. I looked her up and down. That was new.

“What is this about?” I acted bored. I didn’t care about the food when the waiter asked who I was with. I waved them all off and focused on the woman before me. “Be fast about this.”

“Why don’t we sit first?” She smirked.

I followed her into the corner.

“At least you got some parts right. You got a nice little restaurant, this little cubicle is a bit overkill but I’m loving it. The dressing, not so much. If you want to blackmail someone you have to dress the part. You have to look normal. Right now you look like a skank.”

“Insult me all you want,” she smiled. “I already know about your life and everything you’ve been hiding.”

“Which is?”

“You’re such a dirty whore. You coming to take my man away was a mistake. Did you think you would show up one day out of the blues and take him away and I would not notice?”

“No,” I sighed. “But if you called me here to insult me I would suggest you let me go as I did not come here for any of this. This is the last time I will ask you what the problem is.

“If you don’t talk then that’s on you and not on me. I’m not about to stay here and deal with your bullshit. So be quick about it and let me be on my way.”

She laughed. “I love how fiesty you are. I wonder how that’s going to play out between us in the long run. I’ll tell you one time. I want you out of my life and my husband’s life. I don’t care much for you, I just want you out of my mansion.

“I want Asher to be my husband alone. I don’t want to share him with anyone else, much less you. You’ve had him for yourself in the beginning, how about we finish this stupidity and you return him. I also want the triplets out of his life.

“If you can promise to do all of this, I’ll keep the information I have to myself. Of course I won’t delete it just for insurance purposes. I have to make sure you won’t come back to stab me in the back.

“That is why I’ll be keeping my evidence. So what do you say? You leave my life and his life, taking those children far away from him as possible, disappearing off the face of the earth where he cannot find you and I will keep what I know out of the public eye.”

Now she had me very much interested as I wanted to know what she had against me that gave her the morale to believe she could stand against me and make such claims. Now I wanted her to tell me what she had.

“And what kind of information do you have about me that would make me do all you have asked?” I leaned forward placing my clasped hands on the table between us. “And it better be something worth it or there is going to be war between us.

“Oh and let me give you a heads up on that war. You will lose. Terribly. Trust me, I’m the least person you’d want as an enemy. Ask around. You can even ask Asher himself.”

She had no idea what dangerous game she was playing. I would destroy her.

Delia took out a folder from her pocket as she slid it on the table.

“What is that?” I eyed the papers suspiciously.

“I don’t know. Open it and find out.” She was smiling and having fun with it.

Just as I picked it up, about to open it, we heard a voice interrupt our conversation.

“Don’t you dare, Delia.”

We both looked to the entrance of the cubicle and there standing in all his glory, fuming, was Asher.

He did not look happy.

“Asher?!” Delia was shocked.