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

Zendaya’s POV

“What do you want?” he asked as I smiled while sitting on the table.

“Having dinner would be nice,” was my reply.

“Fine,” he rolled his eyes while wearing his underwear. “I’ll have dinner but I can’t be with you in public. You’ve already caused me enough trauma. I need time away from you.”

This was fair enough seeing as I had not seen him have dinner in a while. I didn’t even know if he was even eating. The drink on the floor said a lot about his habits.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“I feel like I’ve been played over and over again by you,” he said and that hurt me. I really loved him, how could he say that?

“That’s not true,” I said. “I haven’t played you. If you will give me another chance I will prove to you that I am not such a bad person. I promise to be different.”

He looked at me with skepticism. He didn’t trust that I had good intentions.

“I don’t believe you,” he said. “I’ll believe you when I see a certain change in you.”

“You should trust me,” I said. “I am not like that anymore.”

He shrugged. He still didn’t believe me but at least he was willing to eat with me.

We went to the bathroom first to clean up from the sex we had had before going down to the dining hall to see the children still sulking in their seats. They saw us together and immediately smiled.

“Yay! They’re back!” Layla clapped excitedly with the other children following in her direction.

We settled down as I served us food while we ate as a real family. This had me smiling like a crazy person as I was happy this was the new normal for us.

I had missed doing this. Since the incident we had been eating separately. Asher would spend his time mostly in his study and I would spend mine inside my room. The children were the only ones who were truly free, running about and living their best lives.

I watched the triplets’ faces as they smiled at us. They were now assured that nothing was wrong with our relationship.

After dinner, I offered to put the children to bed with Asher.

This elated the children and we did that as a family.

While I tucked in the children, Asher read the bedtime stories to them. One by one, they slept and soon enough, we were standing at the edge of their beds watching them sleep.

“They are so cute…” I started to say as he walked out of the room without looking back at me.

This hurt me so much that I did not know if I was to follow him or ignore him back.

He was still mad at me even when we had sex few minutes ago.

I felt terrible.

I know what I had done was wrong, I couldn’t stop beating myself about the fact that his reputation had been ruined by my findings.

“Asher,” I ran after him but he was already climbing the stairs. “Asher, let’s talk about this.”

He didn’t turn to look at me since he was still mad at me. I watched him walk through the halls and get into his room before slamming the door shut.

He was done for the night.

At least I was grateful he had agreed to have dinner with me and the children. He had put the children’s minds at ease.

There had to be something I could do to make him hate me less than he did now. I entered my room to think behind closed doors.

What could I do for him that would make him love me more?

That was when it hit me. His birthday was coming soon. This was going to be a momentous occasion for him.

I could use this opportunity to make something amazing for him.

Perhaps I would cook for him and get him something nice afterwards.

I had never cooked for anyone that wasn’t my children before. Sure warming and buying foods but not cooking from scratch.

This would be my first time. And I had not baked for anyone that wasn’t a customer, not even for Travis when we lived together.

I would do this as a sign that I was sorry for messing up.

I would cook and bake him a cake which he would love. Maybe as a copy of his face on the front.

With this thought in mind, I went to sleep, waking up the next morning to be on my way out of bed.

While having my bath, I scrolled through the designs I would use but I couldn’t find anyone which would speak to him. I needed something more exotic. Something he would look at with jaw dropping awe.

Calling my assistant, she sent me some of the famous pieces I had made over the years but even those were not good enough.

“I’ll just improvise then,” I said to myself before walking out of the room to change into my clothing.

***

The kitchen was busy with me turning the servants into my personal workers. They ran around under my tutelage as I used them to my advantage.

“Don’t let that spread out,” I said to a maid. “Take it out.”

Walking to the next maid to tap her on the back. “Ma’am?” she asked with scared eyes.

“What are you doing? Romancing the batter? Beat it!”

They all did what they could before I headed for my own table to concentrate on the meal I was making for him.

His special day was going to be wonderful by the time I would be done.

I would treat him as my special man on this wonderful day.

The door opened with him entering with widened eyes as he was very confused.

“Asher,” I smiled. “Good morning.”

But he was more confused at what we were doing than my greeting.

“Zendaya? What are you still doing here?” he asked like I was supposed to be out of the house or something.