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

Delia’s POV

For weeks I had waited for the good news to arrive but I had waited in vain seeing as there was nothing coming up. I wasn’t being told anything and this had me grunting in anger. How could he treat me like this? Where was the love he had promised me?

He had left me for Zendaya. He was a weakling who didn’t know what he wanted. I was what he was supposed to want and like, not her. He was stupid to think I would let them go like that. No, I would not let that slide.

I would destroy everything they were trying to build. It was not worth it. They were not worth it. Those children, that future home where I would not be involved, I would destroy it all. He could not get rid of me that easily. He had no idea who I was and what I was capable of.

I was his wife, the rightful First Lady. Whoever he was trying to replace me with was a counterfeit and I would show him what happened to counterfeits when they met the original.

I hated Zendaya for getting into my home and trying to take away my man. She had no right doing so. What happened to her staying away and being on her own? How could she decide that coming after Asher was the best course of action?

I had not even stolen her man from her. She had clearly left him lonely and I had entered to take over. Now she was back and they wanted me to leave? That’s not how it was done. I would stay and fight for what was rightfully mine and that was my home.

No matter what Asher would do or claim to be, I was his wife. I would not sign the divorce papers and he was clearly bluffing about changing the laws just for me. He didn’t hate me that bad. What had I ever done to him to deserve that kind of treatment?

He was the president, I knew that, but it was not possible for him to change laws because he wanted me gone from his life.

I was very much mad at my ex boyfriend who still hasn’t provided the information I would use against Zendaya.

I wanted to know who she was and how she was capable of doing what she was doing. How did she know about my fathers tax evasion? Something he had been clearly hiding away from the public, she had brought it to the public eyes.

I got out of the car, mad at him as I entered his house to see him watching television in bed. This made me even more mad.

“Hey baby,” he smiled pointing at the television. “Come and…”

“What are you doing?! I gave you a job, you should do it.”

“I am doing it but…”

“Excuses as usual. You know, this is why I don’t trust you with important things. You play too much. I don’t even know why I even bother to trust you in the first place. I should have known you would disappoint.”

“I’m trying my best Delia,” he sighed to his feet. “I’m really trying. I have been asking around and I haven’t found any leads yet. You just have to give me a little more time.

“Trust me, I’ll find something wonderful for you. You don’t need to bother so much about it. Just give me another week. I will not disappoint you.”

I stormed out of the place before he could hold my hand, entered my car and drove off.

I was crying while driving. My life had taken a steep turn right now and I didn’t know what I was going to do.

I was going back to my ex to get back at my husband. This was a new low I had not seen myself reaching but since I had no choice I would accept this without trouble.

I had been staying with Iris and not my father for days after my return to the states. Staying with him was like asking to get kicked. He blamed me for everything and he found every single chance to call me out for not being strong enough to go up against Zendaya.

“He didn’t even care if I was trying or not. All he wanted was for me to take out Asher and Zendaya if I had to, but I only wanted Zendaya out. She was the main demon in this place.

When I reached Iris’s house, in that burst of strength I entered the house to see her reading a book.

“Hey,” I said to her. “My day went horribly again. Can you imagine I could not get a single thing about her?! It’s almost like I’m back to square one.”Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

I saw that she looked annoyed and I wondered why she was acting like that.

“You can’t keep acting like a child all the time,” she said.

This caught me off guard. What did she mean by that?

“What the hell do you mean?” I asked.

“You’re acting immature. You can’t possibly think any of what you’re doing is mature. This is childish and I think you should work on how you actually talk to people.”

“Where is all of this coming from?” I asked, feeling the disrespect becoming more hostile by the minute. “I am the First Lady, you don’t talk to me like that.”

She scoffed. “First Lady my ass. Being the First Lady doesn’t mean anything if you aren’t powerful enough to take out that single woman. Instead she’s the one destroying you and your father and she isn’t even trying.

“You’re here squatting with me and making my life horrible while getting your ex boyfriend to be out there belittling himself to make sure he gives you your stupid wishes. But here’s the thing, you both are failing.”

She walked away after saying that.

“It’s because this is all Asher’s fault!” I screamed.