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

Travis’s POV

I stayed in my study drinking and thinking furiously on how I needed to hit Asher. I had to hit the man where it hurt him and I had to hit him really hard.

It didn’t matter how low I would get, so long as k would get my revenge I would be happy giving him what I could to get him out of my life.

He had come between me and the woman I loved, he had crossed that line and I would cross any line to make sure he regretted that decision.

I would make sure he had the worst time of his life with me.

A sound got me out of my head as I looked up to the door to see Zendaya staring at me.

I noticed she had just come in and she was staring at the drink in my hand.

Who cared what she thought of me anyway? She had chosen her cross and she was going to have to carry it.

It was all her fault I was drinking. I had promised to stop but she had not promised to end this be it’s Asher. That was unfair from where I was seated.

“Where are you coming back from?” I asked as she looked away.

“I went window shopping,” she answered with a cold voice. “I see you broke your promise.”

“Does it matter?” I asked while downing the contents of the bottle.

“Does it matter?” she scoffed. “Of course it bloody does. You’re over here drinking with the door open. What kind of psychopath are you?”

“I don’t see what the problem is here,” I sighed.

“May I remind you that we have children in the house. You’re drunk. They’ll see you. They already respect you, is that not enough? Do you need them to look at the man they look up to and find a drunk? And find him out of his senses and wretched?”NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Her words had me laughing as I stood up with rage. How dare she talk to me in that way.

“Who the hell are you to talk to me in that way?” I asked her with anger in my voice. “You stand there and you behave like you’re better than me when in reality you aren’t. You’re telling me why I should drink in my own house?

“I can do whatever I want to do whenever I want to. It’s not your business what I do in my house.”

She chuckled, turning to leave as I grabbed her by the arm and pinned her against the wall. I looked at her as she struggled against my grip. She was weak, I could tell by the way she squirmed helplessly in my grip.

“Have you gone out with him lately?” I asked as she muttered something under her breath. “I can’t hear you.”

“No!” she screamed.

She stared at me with disgust in her eyes and I released her for it. I hated being the villain in her story. I wanted to be the hero and always help her whenever she needed someone by her side but with the way she was always getting on my nerves, I was always the bad guy.

“I’m sorry,” I sighed while releasing her. “I don’t know what came over me. I- I…”

I had no words to explain my actions and I was suddenly ashamed of myself for acting like an ass.

“You have no reason to accuse me of cheating or needlessly doing you wrong. I have not done that. I haven’t kissed him or had sex with him. All we’ve done is go for dinners while I get the information I need to use and destroy him.

“You make it sound like I go out to have sex with him after every dinner and come back to pretend like I haven’t done anything. Why would I even pretend to you since we are not even married?

“He’s the president and if I wanted to move in with him, I would have done it a long time ago.”

She sighed and I could see her logic. It made sense to me that she was not cheating and if she wanted to she could leave me.

I felt guilt and frustration watching her storm off. Taking the bottle of alcohol from the table, I smashed it into the wall and watched it shatter.

I heard a buzz only to see my phone ringing.

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Delia’s POV

I fumed in anger as I paced the length of my father’s study. I could not believe Asher would treat me like a stranger.

“Can you imagine him telling me to mind my business? Like he wasn’t my business. How dare he ignore me.”

I walked around, ranting while my father sat at his desk in a stoic state.

“How did he react to the idea of helping us with the funds to get the company capital we need?” he asked.

“He didn’t even bother to listen to me,” I sighed.

“You stupid girl!” he yelled at me as I stopped pacing to look at him. “We need those funds or the company is going to suffer.”

“You think I haven’t tried? He has been ignoring me throughout.”

“You’re a woman! Can’t you see he’s seeing someone else? He’s keeping another woman outside and you’re here defending him.”

I didn’t like the idea of thinking Asher was cheating on me.

“You had better watch your steps and make sure he signs the document,” the man threatened me. “The next time we meet I expect to hear good news.”

He dismissed me without caring and I stormed off, cussing Asher and blaming him for everything. It was all his fault anyway.

I wouldn’t be in this mess if not for him. Now I had to find out who his new mistress was and find out how to get rid of her wherever she was.

This was going to be a piece of cake for me, easier than signing the document.