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

Auroras POV

I spoke to Fern over the phone as he assured me that his work over at his firm in the next country was going well. I could only nod but I was missing him. I had not even told him I was pregnant yet as I wanted it to be a surprise for when he would get back home to me.

I however told him of Zendaya’s accident to which he found suspicious that she would go through that kind of situation.

“I’m so sorry for what happened to your sister, babe,” he said to me as I nodded. “I don’t know how you must be feeling.”

“Quite terrible,” I chuckled even when it sounded forced.

“But right now you need to be with her and try to help. She cannot do this without you. Help her recover her memories.”

“But I can’t do anything to help. She seems to have so much support from Asher. I can’t do anything. I barely know her so how will I help?”

“You should be yourself. You’ve spoken to her a couple of times, I’m sure you know what to say to her. Don’t hide that part of yourself because you’re afraid of rejection. Try and try again. Asher is over there trying and you have to establish yourself in her life now. Don’t give up on her.”

I nodded. I would follow his advice since he wanted me to really put myself in my sister’s life and help her get back her memories.

After dropping the call, I went over to the mansion where Zendaya behaved indifferently to me.

At first I was offended by this but then I decided that she was my sister and to be fair she was still recovering.

I used this opportunity to tell Zendaya about our childhood as sisters and how growing up with her was sometimes turbulent but we always went through it.

“I don’t remember any of that happening,” she said but I understood. It was going to take time.

“It’s fine. To me you’re still my big sister who was there for me and even when I wasn’t there for you you really helped me break out of that hole that was holding me down. I can’t say how much I really enjoyed being by your side while growing up.

“You defended me every day from being in trouble so I am very happy that we are related to each other.”

“I’m sorry if I’m ruining everything for you. I just don’t know what to say or do at this point. But I’ll try my best to be the best sister you can have. I feel a certain joy for you whenever you come around. I don’t know if it’s because of the bond we share or something but I still feel happy that we are close.”

Those words made my day as I smiled and hugged her.

We stayed for a little, playing games and talking about the magazine which had lots of models on it.

She talked about owning her own modeling company which was unlike her but I understood. She had new memories so it was not hard for her to like new things.

When it was time to go, I told her and she stopped me.

“Please, I’ve got a question,” she sighed and I knew it was about something serious.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Do you know anything about the children? I am trying to relate with them as their mother but I can’t when I don’t know who they are or what they like.”

She could ask this question to the nanny and Asher. Why was she asking me? I was an outsider who didn’t know anything about her children but I was willing to help her and try. I was not going to push anything away.

She wanted help and that was why I was there. To help her.

“You are their mother,” I smiled at her. “Right now no one knows them better than you. It’s not about what they used to like, it’s about what you feel for them.”

“How do you mean?”

“Don’t love them?”

“Yes I do.”

“Then what is that feeling you get when you interact with them?”

“I wish I could talk to them and know what they are thinking about. With how they talk to Asher I always get jealous. I feel like I can handle them but then I get tired of everything when I notice that I cannot talk to them the same way they talk to me because I’m looking at them like strangers.”

“Relate with them however you feel zen,” I sighed. “You’re putting too much meaning into it. Let your body handle them. They came out from you. The love is somewhere inside you. You should talk to them and however you relate with them, they will be happy.”

I prayed silently that she would get back her memories since I knew how much the children and even Asher loved having the old Zendaya.

We hugged again before I left the house.

On my way home, I was glad that she was alive. What if the bullet had done what it was intended to do, I would not be able to see her right now.

A broken memory could be healed but death was permanent.

My phone buzzed while on the bus as I picked it up to hear it to be mother.

“I heard what happened,” she said with panic. “Is she okay?”

“She’s fine, mum. She just has amnesia.”Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“She’s alive, that’s all that matters.”

There was an awkward silence between us before she decided to break it.

“Look, I’m so sorry for how everything between us played out. It’s all my fault for what happened and I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I have so much remorse for how I treated Zendaya when she was younger and now I regret it. I do hope she can forgive me for everything I’ve done to her.”