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

Delia’s POV

I was taking my time shopping in this country that Asher forced me to go to. How could he do this to me?

I knew he wanted me out of his hair so he would have the house for himself and that bitch of a woman called Zendaya.

I would deal with her in my own way.

“Ma’am,” a shop attendant called to me as I looked at her from her head to her toe. Who was she to talk to me? She had no idea I was the First Lady? Who did she think she was?

“Don’t know if you know who I am but I would refrain from saying anything more than is necessary before you sleep in prison tonight,” I broke to her before picking up a cloth from a shelf.

Whatever she wanted to tell me was not important seeing as I could handle my problems myself without any issue.

“Ma’am,” the attendant called again before raising her hands to her face. “I’m sorry ma’am but that dress is not for sale.”

I looked at the dress that was in my pile.

“Do you know who I am?” Now I was getting visibly mad at her. Who did she think she was coming at me that way?

“I’m so sorry,” she apologized as I called my security to take care of the woman who kept screaming that she was sorry but I didn’t care about her.

While shopping, I caught someone who was staring at me from the corner of the store. He was handsome and I could see myself hooking up with him too.

He walked up to me with a smile on his face as I knew what he wanted.

“Hey there sugar,” he smiled, getting me to smile at him.

He wanted to hook up and I was ready for it since I had been feeling lonely for while now. After all, even when I was home, Asher was getting down with Zendaya but not me. I was a woman with needs. I needed a man who was going to take charge while in bed.

We started talking and I told him that I was single as I didn’t want him to know about my status and who Asher was.

Before I knew it, I was going to parties in this strange country and having sex with so many men that I could see myself living this life for a very long time.

The men were so good in bed that I would feel sore after every sex we’ve had. Sometimes I would need to place ice down at my parts to get prepared for the next guy I had put on hold.

I loved my new life where I did not have to answer to Asher. He had his life to live and I had mine. I would never succumb to him. He had clearly left me for Zendaya, why bother trying to get him back anyway.

There were times I would catch myself slipping and thinking of him, but then I’d shake my head and enjoy what I was doing. This was better than living in the presidential house. No matter what, I was glad I had everything planned out for this trip. It consisted mostly of parties and shopping.

It was also good to have so much money as I bragged about it to the men I was with although none of them believed me.

“No, I’m being serious,” I smiled at a man whom I was dancing with at a rave. “I am a millionaire and I run an entire country.”

“Yeah right,” the man laughed with his buddies laughing as well. “And I’m not a guy who sleeps with women.”

I could see how everyone was making fun of what I had said since no one believed me.

Some of them even take my words to be rubbish as they see me as someone who acted immature. But that was because they had no idea who I was.

My phone buzzed countless times with random numbers calling me but I didn’t want to be distracted from my fun, so throughout my forced vacation, I refused to check the news or anything of that sort.

No negative energy, I said to myself.

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Auroras POV

I sat in bed watching the news as Delia’s father came up as someone who was refusing to pay tax money.

It was also said to be an anonymous tip which had me smiling. That was Zendaya.

It had to be her. How she found her own news and facts was what bothered me. How was she so good at this?

I remembered the last conversation we had had at the cafe and immediately remembered that we had not caught up to date on what was happening.

I didn’t even know if she had met up with Asher as I had suggested. Maybe she had and refused to tell me but I was going to call her and know how things were going for her and if her health was okay.

“Hey,” I said when she picked up the phone. “It’s me Aurora.”

“Hey, I know,” she said.

“How are you? I’m so sorry I haven’t called.”

“It’s fine. I didn’t even notice.”

This was her trying to downplay my role in her life but I was not going to have this.

“Don’t be like that to me,” I sighed. “I am your sister.”This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

“Yeah, I know. So if you’re not too busy, can you come over and meet the children this weekend?”

This was news as I put the phone on mute to turn to my husband who was scrolling through his phone.

“She just invited me to come around and meet the children,” I said with an excited whisper.

“That is great,” he smiled, kissing my cheek. “You’re both making progress and I’m so proud of you.”

We kissed before I went back to the call.

“I’d love to come,” I said after unmuting the call.

“Great. Let’s talk specifics.”