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

Zendaya’s POV

I woke up with a huge smile on my face as I knew it was ready to go for my morning jog.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I could feel the energy coursing through me and since I had no job for the meantime with my assistant handling everything, I decided to relax and enjoy myself.

I jumped to my feet, doing a small run around the room before heading for my wardrobe.

Taking out my outfit, I changed into it and started out of the house.

It was too early for the children to go to school and k knew Travis was still sleeping. I needed this alone time. A time which belonged to me.

While jogging down the new apartment plaza we were in I vaguely remembered how we had transferred from the hotel we had arrived in to this new apartment.

I could remember being drunk or something to help me cope with the move but either way, I was god I was in a different part of town where no one would ever notice that it was me.

While jogging around the street, I found a large electronic billboard showing the news in the city center with my ex husband’s face on it. He was still the president so his face was going to be around every once in a while.

My blood boiled at the sight of this. I stopped in my tracks to glare at his face in anger.

With a sigh and a will to not do anything stupid, I jogged back home trying my best to keep my emotions under control.

Just when I thought I had gotten over him and his treatments I started to understand that seeing him would get me back to my past again.

I was not going to have that kind of trauma anymore. I had to get over it.

I got to the apartment to use the elevator to get to my room only to notice that there was a sign on the door which showed that the elevator was out of service.

“Damn it!” I yelled, punching the door in anger. “Why would you choose now of all times to make this elevator out of service?!”

I was burning with anger but I knew it was all because I had seen his face.

Running up the stairs to my room, I entered to see the children had just woken up and Travis was already dressed and about to leave for work.

“I’ll see you later, love,” he said , kissing me on the cheek before running out. “Bye kids!”

He ran out as he was late for his meetings already.

I helped the children get ready for school before handing them to the driver who I warned again and again about their safety.

When they were given, I hurried to my room to think of my next step of revenge.

I wanted to make sure Blair and Alex paid dearly for what they had done. They might be thinking they were off the hook but not to me.

They were not going anywhere. The fun was just getting started and they were going to play that game with me.

Since they were so in love with each other I was going to give them something to fall in love with.

I would destroy that perfect marriage they had. They were not going to keep pretending under my watch. Besides, I was trying to save them from certain doom anyway.

I was going to help them understand that it was time they broke up. They did not need to keep pretending anyway. They had to get away from each other and get back their lives.

I was not really a villain when I was here helping them to get their lives together.

I laughed at my genius plane before whipping out my phone and dialing a number.

“Oh I know why you’re calling and I have got my pen and paper ready,” the man over the phone laughed which had me smiling.

“It’s nice to hear from your Pedro. How are you doing?”

“Oh it’s been a very slow month for us here at the news station. We don’t have any fresh thing to say and I am getting tired of going after the same kind of people who already have scandals. I need something else.

“I need new people who have scandals. I need the ratings to be through the roof and I need people to want to listen to the news everyday. Also, I need that promotion. So if I can get something good and juicy I’ll be up there.”

“Well then, you’re in luck because I’ve got something for you,” I smirked as the man yelped over the phone. “Also, I’ve missed you and it’s been a while.”

“I’ve missed you too girl. And oh my can we catch up later. Tell me what you know first.”

Pedro was one of my news connections I used when I wanted to spill out news about someone. He was a big gossip blogger and his articles were usually read by the masses. Anything I would say to him was sure to get a big deal.

I told him about Alexander and Blair and how fucked up their marriage was. I told him about how they both were cheating on each other and throughout our interaction all he could do was scream in ecstasy about how the masses were going to love this.

“Their marriage is a sham,” I laughed. “But what did I expect from people who constantly cheat on each other. It doesn’t matter either way.”

“Oh it matters to me,” he laughed. “And as usual I won’t tell anyone it was from you.”

“Oh please don’t. I’m only catching up with you. If you want to use it for your article that’s fine. If not, it’s also fine.”

“Oh I will use it for my article and spread it to different platforms,” he laughed.

When we had spoken for a few seconds, I dropped the call only to find out the articles had already been published on the platforms.