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

Zendaya’s POV

I awoke to the sound of cartoons playing loudly and I knew it was from the living room.

It was a Saturday and the children were not going to be in school. Maybe they were watching the early morning cartoons.

Getting out of bed, I got my phone to go through the news update, only to see my name as the headline.

I laughed after seeing this as I had not seen this coming.

‘President’s ex wife, out and about.’ A headline screamed as I walked out of the room.

I found similar headlines on five major websites with some of them writing my full name.

“At least I gave you all something to write about,” I smiled before getting into the living room to see the children sitting in front of the large television with Travis sitting by the window while working on his projects.

A newspaper laid on the table which read, ‘Zendaya Montclair is back!’Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

This had to be something I had not accounted for. It made me happy that I had come out from the shadows with a bang.

I walked to Travis to give him a good morning kiss before falling into the chair beside him.

“You’ve seen the headlines I suppose,” he said without looking up from his work.

“Yep,” I sighed. “I like it.”

“At least your plans are going according to the way it was fashioned.”

“Yeah.”

I knew it would only be a matter of time before everyone would know that I was present in the city.

The day went by without a hitch as I decided to take the children up the park.

“No, you should not do that,” Travis said while watching the cartoon with the kids.

“Why not? It’s not like we’re going to any place dangerous.”

He got up, held my hand and led me to the bedroom.

“Hunny, you seem to forget that just yesterday you met up with the paparazzi and your pictures are out there now. If you go out with the kids their pictures would be taken and all your plans of revenge would fall to the ground.

“I would suggest that you should keep the children out of the public eye for a minute. They don’t need all this heat. They could track you to this place and they would start storming your only safe space in the world.”

I started to see his point as I agreed to not going through with having the paparazzi over at the house.

Staying home would be better for the children. I had not thought of the implications of my actions when I was going after Asher. I should have thought of it before jumping out for the function.

I got out of the room to see the children dressed for the occasion as I smiled at them and canceled.

They did not like it as they muttered but I played with them for sometime and soon enough they forgot all about the outing.

“Excuse me ma’am,” a maid said, coming to me with my phone I had left in the kitchen. “But your phone keeps ringing.”

I thanked her to see who was calling only to find an unsaved number. It looked familiar but there was no way of knowing who it was except to answer it.

Walking to the room to answer the call I listened for the person on the other line to talk first.

“Zen?” a familiar voice called as I recognized my mother’s accent.

I was immediately thrown into the past when I had heard her last spoken words. She had threatened to disown me if I left the family and the president.

“What do you want?” I gritted my teeth in anger. “Can you not let me be? Don’t you know I don’t want to talk to you?”

“I’ve missed you,” she said, but I was not fooled by her games. I knew who she was.

“You are a liar. You’ve lost the company haven’t you? You’ve lost the only reputation of the family and now you’re calling me. Don’t you ever call me again or there will be consequences.”

I dropped the call before blocking the number. I did not have any other phone number from anyone in the family as it had been years or I would have blocked them too.

“Mummy,” someone said outside the room as I opened the door to see the children there. “Are you okay?”

“Yes Landon, mummy is okay,” I hugged the little boy, including the rest.

“Do you want to play a game with us?” he said, giving me a gamepad as I laughed going to the living room with them.

I played the games with them, Travis joining as I suddenly forgot about the reason I was sad.

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Delia’s POV

I sat in the garden scrolling through my phone while eating breakfast with Asher while he played a game of chess by himself. I found the news hilarious as Zendaya seemed to take over every major news outlet.

“Show off,” I scoffed. “Can you imagine her showing up after all these years thinking she’s still a hot girl? A hot mess is what I’d like to call her. And that dress, who does she think she is?”

Asher made a move on his board without saying anything to me, getting me to look at him with suspicion.

“I just think she’s trying to be someone. She’s trying too hard and she’s not even that beautiful.”

I stole a glance at the man who gave me an angry look before he got to his feet.

“But you haven’t even tried the lobster darling,” I smiled at him. He left without even saying a word to me, getting me to sneer at him.

He might be the president but it still gave him no right to give me that look. I was not his slave, I was his wife.

I went through more headlines, hissing when I found it to be too much.