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

Zendaya’s POV

I felt guilty after sleeping that night, waking up the next morning feeling lost and confused. I didn’t know who I was or why I had done to deserve this but I hated this feeling.

I was the only one around that was confused. I had a family I didn’t know and I hated that they were all trying to help me remember who I was but it wasn’t working. I tried staring into the ceiling to know if I could remember anything but even that did nothing to help my anxiety.

Everything seemed so comforting in this place and familiar but I couldn’t remember anything.

Like when I had woken up, I had placed my hand on the bedside to grab my phone as it was a reflex action. I didn’t even know how I was capable of doing that but it all boiled down to the fact that I had been living in the place for too long and my body knew what to do.

A knock on the door with it opening had me smiling just as the triplets entered.

“Good morning mummy,” they said at the same time without looking at me. I greeted them back before they left the room with Asher coming in.

“Good morning,” I sighed as he closed the door behind him.

“Good morning sunshine. I’m sorry for that. They insisted on following me to see if you were okay.”

His voice was oddly satisfying. I didn’t even like the fact that he was standing before me and I could not do anything to him. I loved his shape and the way he looked. His stubs had started growing out of proportion. He needed a carve or a trim.

The singlet did little to hide his muscular arms and bulging chest. He was a perfect man. I could see why I would bag such a man. He was a catch.

“Do you want to have breakfast with us?” He asked and I nodded. “Great. I’ll see you there in a few minutes.”

He walked out, gently closing the door behind him.

Now was the moment of truth. I would have to go forth and face them. They were waiting for me to appear different, that was what I would do.

I headed down after a few minutes to see them sitting by the dining table talking and laughing. By the time I joined them, they all looked at me and stopped talking.

I was the party pooper in this case.

“So… how was your night?” I asked a general question as they all said random answers which I couldn’t get.

The children tried talking to me and tried telling me about how their day would go but I had no idea what I was to say to them.

When we were done talking and eating, they ran into the room to change while I stayed with Asher who looked at me with deep eyes. I didn’t know what I was to say to him so I smiled and averted my gaze.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

We were there when they changed into their school uniform and were taken to school by the driver.

“Are you sure it’s safe for them to go without anyone being with them?” I wondered how they were being given to a driver who had no close affiliation with them. The only affiliation was that he worked for the family.

“Do not worry baby,” the man smiled. “He’s been the one taking them to school single a while now.”

I shrugged. It was his words against mine and I was sure the old me didn’t see any issue with this.

“I can’t believe you don’t remember anything,” he said. “I always thought this only happened in the movies and I thought you could snap out of it by a kiss or maybe seeing those you loved.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“What does it feel like not remembering anything?”

That was a very deep question. I stayed silent for a while thinking deeply about what my answer would be before settling on one.

“It’s quite simple, I can feel a plain slate with nothing there. It’s like I’m meeting all of you for the first time but somehow you all say you know me and I know you. It’s strange and I can’t help but wonder how it’s possible for me to be the only one crazy here.”

“You are not crazy. You had an issue and it is what is being fixed. You should not worry so much about it. I’m very sure you can heal from this so don’t worry.”

I nodded as he stood to his feet to meet with his butler who came in to give him a phone.

I had forgotten for a second that he was the president. He was too good of a man to be leading the country. He looked more like a humble man who had a house in a barn and not a powerful man who literally ruled a country.

I looked at my palms then my arms to see black marks from something hot. I could not even remember how I had gotten the scars.

Maybe it was from the kidnappers? I could not remember.

When he was done with the call he returned to the table to sit beside me.

“You don’t need to think of yourself as a broken machine,” he laughed. “Be free. It’s going to take some time but in the end you’ll get back your memory.”

“You think so?” I asked.

“I know so. There have been so many things that have happened to you but here you are beating the odds and becoming stronger than ever. Don’t worry. You survived dying in the hands of kidnappers, you can survive this.”

It didn’t stop me from feeling guilty but I nodded.

When he was gone I called the nanny and asked for everything about the triplets. I needed to know about my children for the pain of seeing them as strangers was hurting me.