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

Zendaya’s POV

I listened to Aurora patiently as she talked to me about Blair and I was very conflicted seeing the message Blair had sent through my sister.

What was going on? I was making friends with everyone who has ruined my life in the past and I had ruined theirs in revenge. Was that how this was? I hated doing this.

They were to enjoy their ruined life. It wasn’t up to a year since I did what I did to her or was it? I had forgotten about what I did to her anyway. She wasn’t that important. Time had somehow managed to throw her off my radar.

She was lucky I didn’t have any ill intentions towards her or I would have traced her to finish the work I had started.

She had broken me by sleeping with my boyfriend at the time behind my back. She was supposed to be my best friend however she had seen my as competition.

All I had done for her was try to create a better environment for the both of us and she had decided that I was not worth love and peace.

I was bittered at how she could have done all of this to me and not seen me as a friend to confide in. But that was a different case now. Whatever she was doing, wherever she was, I wished her the best.

“You have to say something to her,” said Aurora.

“Why?” I chuckled. “I don’t know her.”

“Come on sister,” she sighed. “You forgave Asher and you guys are getting married, you forgave me and mom and now we are closer than ever, why can’t you forgive Blair?”

“Oh and when Alex finds out and comes back into my life I’ll forgive him too? What is this?” I laughed.

“I know how ridiculous it sounds that you have to go around forgiving people but it’s because you are not meant to keep revenge for this long. You have a wonderful heart and we all hurt you even knowing that.

“It won’t happen again I promise you and anyone coming into your life right now to hurt you is in for a world of pain but you have to trust me and forgive her. Who knows? Maybe you guys can spark something and talk about old times.”

She was right. For the most part of my time with Asher I had wished I had a best friend even if it was one from my past but the problem was that I had none and Blair had stolen what I had then as a boyfriend.

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I decided to reply but I wasn’t going to tell Aurora to send the message. I would send it myself.

“Give her my number and tell her to contact me directly,” I said.

“Are you sure?” the woman said startled. “You won’t start slow?”

“Why start slow when I can go rough and hard?” I laughed which confused the woman.

“Wait, are we still talking about calls? Cos I could have sworn that this was a sexual joke.”

I laughed with her before my assistant came into the room to tell me that my conference wearing was ready.

Ever since Asher revealed me as the future First Lady, I had been getting sponsored ads from brands and different companies wanting to work with me.

They wanted favors now and I wasn’t even First Lady yet. It was hilarious that they didn’t know me but suddenly they did.

My company received a high rating after it was found that I was the owner and I had so many investors trying to invest in the business seeing as it was already becoming a multibillionaire business.

I dressed up with my dressers helping me and when I was done I looked into the mirror.

I looked like what a First Lady would be like. She would be strong and independent and she would be fully respected.

I got into the car and drove off with my convoy following close behind to avoid any crazy idiot from jumping in and attacking me.

When I reached, I climbed the stage to talk to the press. This was the first time I was doing this.

When I was First Lady, during the time I had married Asher newly, I wasn’t allowed audience. I was always with the crowd as he was ashamed to see me and it made me feel unwanted and terrible.

But being able to stand before the crowd today and address them made me feel different. I was powerful, I was strong and I loved it.

“I will support Asher for president!” I yelled getting a cheer from the thousands of people who stood before me.

I was supporting him to run another term as president. Reporters rallied to ask their questions and I was ready to handle them how Asher would handle it.

“What about Delia?” one of them asked as I heaved a heavy sigh.

“What about her?”

“Well she has been involved in kidnapping, stealing, attempted murder and a host of other crimes. Would she get a pardon for being a First Lady?”

I shook my head. “That is not how the law works. She will pay for her crimes in full. She tried to kill, she will have to face what killers face.”

“Don’t you think it’s because Asher failed in his different marriages that is why the chaos is looming before him?”

“Asher was never the problem,” I defended my man. “We had both divorced over something that could have been fixed by communication.”

I smiled just as someone climbed the stage to join me. It was Asher.

“Hello darling,” he said as we kissed on stage with the crowd cheering and taking pictures. We were going to be headlines.