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

Asher’s POV

It was my birthday and I was excited for what the day held for me. I was taking the day off since it was my birthday as the entire country was celebrating my birthday as a presidential day.

I smiled while getting up, yawning and stretching just as the sounds of running feet were heard approaching my door.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Suddenly the door burst open with the triplets and Zendaya entering with a large cake and a trolley of assorted meals on it.

“Happy birthday!” They shouted.

“Oh thank you so much,” I smiled at them as they got the table for the bed and started to arrange the food on the table for me.

I hugged the triplets, thanking them so much for the birthday surprise just as they started to sing the birthday song for me.

When Zendaya was done serving me the food, I looked to her arm to find it burnt… again. What was she doing to get her arm burnt?

“Did you cook it yourself again?” I asked as she recalled her arm to herself.

She looked guilty with the way she averted her gaze from me.

“Hey,” I put a hand under her chin. “Thank you. I really appreciate this.”

Her face lit up. She was happy that I appreciated the efforts she put into making the delicious meals for me.

I took up one of the meat and chewed on it. It was comparable to the food I would get from a world class chef.

With excitement over how the rest of the meals would taste, I started to eat.

The triplets laughed as I spent the time laughing and making fun of them before looking at Zendaya who was at the edge of the bed, watching us with a sad smile on her face. She was feeling left out. I could feel it.

“Hey,” I smiled at her. “Why don’t you join us over here?”

She stood up while I pointed to my side for her to sit.

“Alright, you three should leave me be with your mother for a while. Go have your baths or something,” I shooed away the children who ran out of the room, closing the door on their way out.

We sat together but didn’t say anything while I ate. I had so much to say to her but I didn’t want to say anything. I was going to eat while my brain created a scenario of impossible things to say to her.

When I was done, she stood up and carried my empty plates to the trolley to leave.

“Happy birthday,” she smiled before heading to the door.

“Thank you so much for the meal,” I said to her. “I have no idea you could make this good of a meal except when you did it the last time. And this was even better than the last time. I wonder what other surprises you’re hiding from me.”

She turned to give me a naughty smile. “You’re soon going to find out.”

You cunning woman, I thought to myself to realize that I was grinning like a goat at her.

She exited the room, closing the door when she was gone.

I leaned back in bed to see that the day was already taking a wonderful turn. How good could it get? It was about to get better, I thought to myself. This could get better than my last birthday but I wasn’t going to conclude yet.

I would let it play out first before doing anything.

I liked it whenever Zendaya showed that side of her that was resourceful. It made me feel like I was knowing more about her and she was more than just a pretty face and a hot body.

It made me feel like a man who had fallen in love with one of the smartest and most skillful women in the world.

She was so smart she had dug up the information which could put me down for days. She was that good. She could wipe out my political aspirants without it being a joke. I could actually use her skills in the most offensive ways possible.

I got to my feet to look out of my window and sniff in the fresh breeze. It was good to be the president since I could do whatever I wanted. Being the president gave me some kind of immunity to a lot of things even when it made me a target for hate and so many other things.

I had my bath and dressed up in casual clothing to welcome anyone who would come over to see me.

Of course so many people would show up. I was the president. They would want to wish me a happy birthday and I was to be ready for them.

My phone buzzed as I saw Delia calling. She was not to call me. She must have heard the news now. I didn’t want any negative energy so I blocked her. Nothing was going to ruin my day for me.

***

That afternoon, I went to an organized luncheon with the monsters and the politicians. I found wealthy people and governors there to celebrate with me.

So many congratulations flew into the air as this was one of the few times I had something like this happen to me in the year.

At least, people were going to celebrate with me and forget about the scandal which had happened in the past. This was my day after all.

I noticed some ruckus happening outside the party which was disorganizing as I was on my way home.

I found some of the reporters outside and one of them screamed something to me which had me frowning.

“Would you be able to run for another term after the scandal which had broken out, sir?!”

I wondered what he was talking about. That story was gone and it was no longer in the present. This was my birthday, let them give up.