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

Delia’s POV

I had worn sexy lingerie while waiting for him to show up. It was very bleak in the house seeing as there was no one around.

The children I presumed were in their rooms, caged from leaving so as to avoid them from disappearing like their mother but it was fine, they were not my target anyway.

I looked at the bar. Since I was here, I could make a drink for myself which was what I did. I made for myself and made for him too as soon as I heard his car rev in the compound.

I walked back to my seat in a dark corner where he would not easily spot me and settled down.

He entered the bar section of the living room and walked to the bar before spotting the drink. He was shocked I could see him questioning reality.

He turned to see me in one of the chairs as I raised my drink to the air.

“Hey Asher,” I smiled at myself for bringing forth such a wonderful plan. He was shocked to see me there.

“What are you doing here?” he asked before he noticed what I had on. “What is this? Are you lost?”

I stood up, swishing my drink around with the ice clinking around in my glass cup.

“I’m here for you,” when I got to him, I dropped the glass cup on the counter, bringing up my knees to his groin to feel his dick which I craved but he pushed my leg off his body and took a step back.

“What’s your deal with her anyway?” I noticed that my plan to seduce him was not going to work. “Why do you even like her? What does she have that I don’t? I’m a woman, she’s a woman.

“I have more experience than her when it comes to men. I don’t even know if she satisfies you like I do but let’s be honest, you’re pretty boring in bed. All the men out there have more adventures in them.”

He scoffed. “You think everything is all about sex.”

“Isn’t it? I mean, let’s be honest, it’s why a lot of men out there pay for sex.”

“That’s because they are stupid,” he blurted. “I could easily clamp down on that as the president but why do it? It’s not my place to tell them what to do and what not to do. All I’ll do is focus on what I want done and that’s it. Whatever happens in their bedroom is not my problem.

“If they want to pay a million dollars to sleep with a goat or a whale, that’s not my problem. I just want proficiency, nothing more.”

He was a stern man. I hated stern men. My father was a stern man and I could see a world where he used to be young and spoke like Asher. This irritated me for a while before I leaned over the counter.

“Also, I’d like to get married to her.” This caught me off guard as I had not seen that coming. He wanted to get rid of me so he could be with her. Classic example of a man who was no longer in love with his wife but wanted a different whore.

I took up my cup and raised it up as I gestured for him to take his own cup up and clink with mine.

He did it and I smiled.

“I propose a toast. To great marriage between you two.”

He was skeptical but drank when I did.

I had drugged his drink since I wanted him down so that I would have my way with him sexually.

We stayed in the living room until the effects started to show up.

He fell on the couch, sleeping as I decided to get him hard and stick him in me so he would cum and I would be pregnant.

The problem with that was, he was limp throughout his sleeping time. The drug was to make him relax and pass out. His dick was too relaxed to even stand. This was a terrible idea.

Now I could not stall the divorce. I was going to keep trying. I would show up tomorrow with another plan.

I left the house and headed straight for the cell to look at my prisoner who was getting tortured.

I blackmailed Asher by posing as a man with a voice changer and tasking him to send me money or I would keep torturing her.

He did and I enjoyed my new job. It was way easier than working. At least I got to enjoy my money.

The money was being sent into a new account opened in Zendaya’s name. No one would ever suspect me.

The only trouble with this was that he did not still find me attractive even when I kept going to him and asking for his love.

“Why won’t you love me?!” I yelled during another night of seduction and drugging him again but he shook his head.

“You keep showing up here with the same thing and I keep telling you she is all I want and love. Not you.”Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Well that was disappointing.

One day, when the rejection got so much that I could no longer contain my feelings, I got to the cell in the middle of the night and had her tied hands and feet.

I dragged her out into the dense woods on my own before tossing her into a clearing.

The midnight moon showed us how dense the forest around us was.

“What are you doing?” she asked, still remaining as calm as ever, but this was going to be her last day on the earth.

I got out a gun which was fully loaded and pointed it at her.

“Delia, what are you doing?” she was visibly scared now. Good. Just how I liked it.

“This is where you would die,” I smirked before aiming the gun at her and pulling the trigger.