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

Asher’s POV

The next morning after breakfast was calm. There was no news and when I had spoken to the generals and commissioners, they were still on the case. This was getting out of hand. At least more than a week had passed now and she was still missing.

I started to have the worst fear that maybe she had been killed. I didn’t want to think too hard about it but the thought of her being killed and leaving me with these children made me shake my head in worry.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

No, she was not dead, I muttered to myself. She was okay.

That was when I remembered that for the past few days while Zendaya had been missing, Delia had been visiting every night and trying so desperately to seduce me but had been failing to do so. She was no match for my love for Zendaya.

She was the mother of my children while Delia was just a random woman I had gotten married to.

Who did she think she was trying to get into my life? She must have heard about the situation of Zendaya being missing and tried to use that opportunity to get back into my life but it wasn’t going to work.

She was only wasting her time seeing as all I wanted to do was find my girlfriend and hold her in my arms.

Whatever thing she was doing was a waste of time. She was not going to get me. That ship had long sailed.

The triplets kept asking me so many questions and I did not have answers to all of them. I was getting tired of lying to them.

“I would one day want to be a police officer when I grow up so mummy cannot be hurt by anyone ever again,” Landon said while I was comforting them that mummy was not hurt but was taking a break on a beach.

They were still children, they did not need to know anything that was going on. What kind of father would I be if I exposed to them at this age that their mother had been kidnapped and I was too powerless to do something about that even as a president?

A call suddenly came in as I picked it up. It was from an inspector.

“Inspector,” I left the table for the children while going to the balcony to take the call.

“Sir, we found a body with the description matching that of Zendaya by the side of the road.

I almost screamed. What was that? Was she hurt? Was she still alive? Did anything happen to her?

I had so many questions but I had to calm myself down as it would be childish to scream and demand answers now. I had to be calm and handle this as a president would.

“Where?” I asked.

“It was on the highway on the outskirts of town.”

“What state is she in?”

“She is alive sir, but barely,” that was all I needed to hear as I inhaled deeply. I was so happy that she had a shot at living again. “She got shot in her chest. The doctors are taking her to the hospital and trying to get rid of the bullet lodged in there.”

She was a strong woman, she could survive this. She had survived worse, she could survive whatever the universe would throw at her.

I was so excited to see her. I was so happy that she was alive.

“Send me the address of the hospital. I’ll be there soon,” I ordered before dropping the call.

I entered the house to see the children as I told the butler and the nanny to keep their eyes on the children.

Due to her being missing, I had hired more guards around the house. These were ruthless men who would not waste any time in shooting anything which moved towards the house. I could tell that all they needed was a very good line of sight with their target and that target was gone.

They didn’t waste time playing around with their food. They shot to kill. That was what any kidnapper deserved. I was done having mercy for kidnappers. They chose that path, now they were going to pay for it with their lives.

I exited the house, giving the security go-ahead order to shoot anything that was hostile.

The address was sent and I gave it to the driver who drove me there.

Throughout the ride I was shivering in my seat with excitement. I had missed her. Just when I thought all hope was gone. I had the sliver of hope that she was alive which was something that made me extremely happy. I was finally going to have her back.

I hoped she didn’t have any major problems as that would be a difficult thing to get over.

I got to the hospital to see it swarming with security agents as I entered the hospital, being led to her room by a team of specialists.

I got to the door as a doctor stood by the door with a chart in his hand.

“Mr President, it is an ho…” I raised a hand to his face.

“This is not one of those times where I need that honor. I only need to know how the mother of my children is fairing. How is she doing?”

He looked at the rest of the doctors around the door before turning to me.

“We’ve cleaned her wounds and she is majorly fine, for now. She was shot in her chest, any closer to the right and she would have been gone. Missed her heart by a few inches.”

While he talked I could feel him missing out on the major point. But it didn’t take long before he hit the nail on the head.

“She had a concussion on her head which is so bad her memory got affected.” He let that sink in before giving me the punchline. “She has amnesia.”