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

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I awoke to the sound of a thud as I winced. I did not need anyone to tell me it was morning. The light bouncing against the furniture from the windows told me all I needed to know.

The pounding headache reminded me of how crazy my night had been. I knew I should have cut back on the drinks but I couldn’t let Rowan outdo me.

The thud came again as I got to my feet ready to know what was going on.

I grabbed a card of Advil, popping two pills before taking a glass of water. When I had waited for a while and noticed the change, I started out of the room.

Passing through the lit hallway I found myself in the mirror looking like a hot mess. I still had my work shirt on but it was ruffled, my trousers were not in a better shape and my swollen face had the look of regret written over it.

I sighed before getting to the living room to see the kids running about with Zendaya dressed up and about to take them to school.

I walked straight to her to hold her as she slithered out of grip.

The children greeted me before taking up their bags as I turned to her.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” I asked as she sighed.

“I’ve got to be on my way…”

“Just a minute,” I sighed. “Please.”

She looked at the children. “Go wait downstairs by the car.”

They nodded before leaving, closing the door on their way out.

“So about last night,” I said. “I should really apologize for that.”

“Yes, you should,” she said impatiently. “What got into you?”

“Look, I’m sorry. I was a bit scared that you’d leave if he came back. I hated being around you and having to see that you’re still going for him. It turned me off and frankly made me believe whatever Rowan had said at the club yesternight.”

“You shouldn’t have acted that way.”

“I know and I’m sorry,” I sighed. “I messed up. I should have been more gentle and I shouldn’t have acted like that.”

I drew her in and hugged her. “I’m sorry for acting like an idiot. Oh and to make up for it, I won’t drink like that ever again. I promise.”

I watched her tense shoulders relax as she kissed me with a smile. “I forgive you,” she said.

We shared another kiss before she pointed to the door. “I’ve got to go take the kids to school but I’ll see you when I get back. You should also take a shower. You reek of booze.”

“Sure,” I said, watching her leave happier than when I had met her.

I walked to the mirror to look into it and find my eyes groggy from being sober. Going to the shower, I removed my clothes and turned it on to wash away the stench of alcohol I could get.

I wasn’t going anywhere, instead I would stay in and watch a show or something.

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Delia’s POV

I noticed that Asher was more upbeat these days and I started to wonder why. He was the president so there was no need to wonder if he had got a promotion. That would be absurd as the next promotion would be him becoming God.

It ticked me off that he would go out and come back happier. I started to get suspicious that something was happening and I did not know what it was.

I found him sitting in his study, reading a newspaper while whistling and I decided to get to the bottom of this.

It wasn’t like I didn’t like seeing him happy. His happiness was more than enough to get me more Gucci bags than I had planned to have, but I didn’t understand why he was happy.

“Hey,” I smiled at him as he looked up from his paper to look at me. “What is going on? You’ve been happy these days and I want to know why.”

He acted confused when I had asked, “You’re talking nonsense again.”

I started to know something was up and I could feel my suspicion rising but I quickly dismissed it. After all, I was his wife and if he was seeing someone else out there I would have known about it. Nothing got past me.

“Since you’re in such a happy mood I was thinking if you’ve given any thought to funding my father’s company with the money needed to expand it.”

He looked at me with raised brows and I went on with my demands.

“Also, you’d need to give him the tax benefits which are not so legal and since you’re the president, no one would look into it if you did that.”

He dropped the paper on the table to fold his arms.

“You and your father would need to try harder than that to have me break the law,” he said. “And the only way I would help your father is if everything was legal and above board. I can’t go around dishing out favors when it’s not up to standard. I am the president and not a genie.”

I was so upset when he said that.

“As my husband and as the president you have to do this for me.”

He bawled out laughing to his feet. “You would also need to try harder to get me to work like that.”

I walked up to him, trying to hold and seduce him so I would get what I wanted. He was my husband after all and my seductions should work.

Putting my hand to his crotch, I held on it, leaning forward to kiss him as he stepped away sneering.

“Try harder next time,” he said walking to a shelf while leaving me embarrassed at how my plans had failed. “You can leave now, I’ve got work to do.”

Frustrated and angry, I stormed out of the study to my room.