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

Zendaya’s POV

Hours after I had been paid the money. I was on the phone with the sex worker who had slept with Alexander.

“I really appreciate what you did,” I thanked her as we laughed over the phone. With a tap of a button I sent her the money she was due.

“Oh my! Thank you so much! This is more than I expected from you,” the woman yelled in excitement but this was nothing when compared to how happy I was. She deserved more than this for what she had done for me.

“No, this is what I owe you,” I smirked. “You did well with the way you had him running out of the house. Thank you so much. Anyway, I’ll call you if I need you again.”

“Alright ma’am. Thank you once again.”

I nodded before ending the call just as Travis entered the room to kiss me on the cheek.

“Who were you talking to?” The man asked, looking as sexy as ever with his chest bulking out of the itt he wore.

“I was only typing up loose ends. I don’t want anyone tracing anything to me you know.”

“Alright, if you say so. Anyway, I saw your text. Something has to be up. Why’s dinner on you this time?”

“And I can’t make dinner for you?” I laughed as he nudged his nose into mine before we kissed. He held my waist pulling me out of bed as I put my arms around his neck, kissing him with passion coursing through me.

We leaned on each other after the passionate kiss as I wanted so badly to tell him how I felt but knew this was not the time.

Taking my hands from his neck, I helped myself out of bed as I held onto him.

“I got somethings we would use for dinner. Do you want to help me cook them?”

“Oh come on,” he grunted following me into the kitchen. “It’s not like I had a long day at the office to come home and start cooking.”

“Don’t worry,” I smirked at him. “I’ll make it worth your time.”

He could not refuse my offer so he followed me into the kitchen.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Kids! Come help me cook!” I yelled as they all ran out to be with us in the kitchen.

We finished cooking and carried the food to the living room to eat on the rug while we watched our family movie.

However, while I spent the time with them. I had my mind planning the next steps of my revenge. I was not done with Blair and Alexander. I was going to blow up their facade of a happy marriage and make them regret everything.

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Alexander’s POV

I could not go anywhere that day as I stayed in bed too tired to move and too sick to do anything.

I had paid the blackmailer the money and I knew I was going to be broke for a while.

The thirty million dollars had been from my savings I had stashed away just in case I needed it for rainy days. Now I had to save another one to make up for what I had taken out.

I looked at the time to find out it was eight o’clock. Where was this woman? It was evening already and she had not called or texted. Nothing!

The door opened as I got out of bed whilst wearing my pajamas shorts. I ran to see her walking into the living room dressed in a more sexy way.

“Where have you been?” I asked in anger. As usual I expected her to lie and she did. She never failed to disappoint me.

“I was out. I just left this afternoon so you have nothing to worry about,” she smiled, getting me enraged.

“Do you think I’m stupid?” I asked. “I have been home all day and you have been nowhere to be found. What do you mean you have been home all day? What kind of stupid lie is that?”

She immediately paled when I said this. She knew I had caught her in her lies and she had nowhere to run this time.

“Why are you dressed like that?” I asked, pointing at her dress with a look of disgust on my face. “Who did you dress for? I can see everything about you. The minute you bend down your panties would show. Are you even wearing panties?”

She walked up to me in anger and slapped me. I had not seen that coming but I decided to not act back. I probably deserved it. I had not been on the best of behavior myself.

She burst into tears, covering her face with her hands. “It’s such a shame my husband does not even trust me. Why don’t you trust me? Do you think I go around sleeping with people?”

“Then where were you? Where did you go? If you want me to trust you then you have to tell me the truth.”

“I went out with a couple of my friends and we went to a club for drinks. I had to dress to fit in. Did you want me to wear my suit or my grandma pants to get into the club?”

I immediately felt sorry for bringing this up and trying to discredit her words.

She started to cry so much I started to feel guilty.

Hugging her with a sigh, I kissed her forehead as she put her arms around me.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you,” I said. There was no response but I did not need to get any response from her. She was probably mad at me.

I felt like a dirtbag accusing her of cheating when I had been the one who had slept with a random girl last night.

“Are you hungry?” I asked her, holding her cheeks in my hands.

“Yeah,” she sighed. “All I had were drinks.”

I led her into the kitchen to fix something up.