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

Zendaya’s POV

Two nights later I was standing in the back of a restaurant where I had agreed to meet up with Asher.

I looked at my watch in anger as he had promised he would not be later but instead I was about to be stood up by this man.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

I had arrived a few minutes early which was a terrible mistake especially when dealing with an enemy. He was an enemy to me and I was supposed to stick to the script.

Why I was behaving like a teenage girl was beyond me.

A black car drove across the street, stopping behind a dumpster as a man in a black leather jacket got out of the car and ran through the busy streets.

He was in discreet clothings but they were stylish ones.

He ran like he did not want anyone to know it was him, with his hands covering his face.

He ran to me with a smile as he removed the black glasses he had on before opening the door of the place for me to get into.

I entered to find out it was not a restaurant but a food hotel.

He led the way, taking me to a room as we entered and settled in the couch.

“Order whatever you want,” he said, tossing the menu to my side as I folded my arms. “What is it?”

“This is your time? You showed up ten minutes late. I told you not to be late.” He was not going to show up whenever he wanted and think we were cool. No. I was going to tell him that I run this game and not him.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I had a lot to deal with at the office before finally freeing myself. The council wouldn’t even let me go.”

I did not care about his story. They were useless to me.

I looked at the menu just as the waiter entered with a note to take our order.

“What can I get you?” He asked as I opened my mouth to order.

“Don’t worry zen. I’ve got you,” he said overshadowing me as I crossed my arms in anger watching what he would say.

He ordered what I used to eat all the time when I was still married to him and this had me remembering the past. This sucked.

All the pleasantries faded away as all the memories of his horrible ways towards me came back with the speed of light.

The way he would insult me on the street and call me names. The way he would treat me like I was nothing and tell me how he never loved me before leaving me to cry myself to sleep every night. Those memories came flooding back.

I used to be unhappy. I used to cry all the time and I never smiled unless it was a fake one for the pictures and the videos.

It was never genuine. I had to eat whatever he would give to me and even when I tried acting like a wife to him I always got the backhand.

I hated having to spend time with him during that period but now that I could see everything I saw how ruthless he used to be.

I looked at him in anger and waited for the waiter to leave.

“What?” he asked when he found me a scowling.

“It’s funny how you can remember the dish I love to eat but can’t remember how terribly you treated me.”

“I-I…” he stuttered before stopping halfway. It was clear he did not know what to say. This irritated me even more. “Look, I’m sorry for the past but can we move on? It’s all in the past now. You and me now are in the present.”

I scoffed. The nerve of this man to think I had forgotten everything.

“Fuck this,” I said to my feet, leaving the room as he followed me out. I was not going to stay and get a wonderful treatment from the same man who had seen me as trash in the past.

I had not come with my car and I ran to the street, hailing a cab only for his car to be driven to my front with his driver pointing to his master behind me.

“Zen, please don’t do that,” the man said behind me. “At least let me take you home.”

He entered the car just as we started to garner attention. People stared at me and wondered why I was standing in front of a dark tinted car.

“Please get in,” he pleaded. “I won’t leave without you so get in and let’s get out of here.”

I stared around to see so many people glaring at me as I rolled my eyes before giving into his words.

I did not want to have so many people coming to ask me questions, plus if anyone of them took pictures of me and Asher together, the paparazzi would spin the story in the worst ways possible.

I had to stay out of that route and live a private life.

“Whatever,” I sighed getting into the car. “Washington street.”

I gave the driver the fake address as I would get down there and take a cab to my own home.

While in the car, I refused to talk to him. I was really mad at him for everything.

I watched the car drive but suddenly it took another street and not the street I called.

“What’s the meaning of this?” I asked. “Where are you taking me to?”

Now I was really mad.

“Asher,” I called in anger.

“Be calm zen. You are safe with me.” His smile irritated me even more.

“Stop the car,” I said sitting up.

He looked shocked by my words. “I will not stop the car no matter what. You should relax and…”

“Stop the car Asher!” I yelled in anger. “Stop this damn car or I will throw myself out anyway.”