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

I found his answer to be romantic and it made me get some from my seat to hug him. I could not believe that I had someone who would be willing to go through hell with me.

I had suffered so much alone that having someone else join me in fighting my battles made me so emotional. All I could do was smile and hug him intensely.

I had found it hard to trust someone hug Travis had made it extremely easy to do it.

“So what do we do first?” He asked after I had let him go and he rounded the table to eat his chicken.

“Well, for me to get my revenge I will have to move back to America,” I said as he choked on his meal. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” coughed, slapping his chest. “Actually, no. I need water.”

I ran to get him water from the tap before handing him the glass cup to drink from.

He downed it and dropped the cup with a sigh.

“Did you say America?” He asked me.

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“I had no idea.”

“My accent should have told you.”

“Oh it did, but I didn’t know you were a native of the place. Either way. It’s fine.”

“So are you coming with me?”

“Sure. It’s not like I’m doing much here anyway. Besides, this would be a great time for me to actually see the land of the brave and home of the free or whatever it is you guys say.”

I chuckled, “Sure.”

We planned out everything. From how we would land to where we would stay. It was exciting making plans with someone else that was not me. I loved it and I was happy that I was not alone in this.

I knew I would be too emotional to think straight. I would be blinded by anger to even think of doing anything good but this man had a clear head and his plans were better than I had thought.

After we were done with planning, I hugged him for the night before going to sleep in my room.

Of course I showed him the guest room before leaving and while I slept, I was happy that I had known Travis.

The next day, I awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs as I rushed to the kitchen to see Travis cooking with the kids eating their breakfast at the table.

“What is going on?” I asked with folded arms at the door as they all looked into my direction.

“Mummy!” the children yelled. “Travis made breakfast.”

“It’s uncle Travis to all of you and Travis, thank you so much for the food.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he smiled at me before turning back to finish up.

When he was done serving them, he followed me to the balcony so we could finalize our plans.

We talked for a while to make sure the plan was full proof before deciding to tell the children about the plan.

“Hey children,” I smiled at them. “I’ve got a special surprise for all of you.”

They all stared at me with their eyes wide open.

“We’ll be traveling soon to a special land filled with…”

“We’re going to America,” Travis said, spoiling the special surprise I had planned for the children.

The children jumped for joy as they all started for the room to pack their bags.

“Not now! Come and eat your food!” I yelled at them before shooting a dangerous look to Travis who laughed.

“What did I say?” he laughed just as the children walked back to the table.

“Does it mean that Travis is going to marry you and then we would all be a real family?” Paul, one of the triplets, asked, catching me off guard. I had not seen that coming and with the way Travis had his eyes wide open he had not seen that coming as well.

I searched for answers but could not find an answer for that question. Whatever I had to say would need to be something that would be generally accepted or o could start up a war within the family.

“Yes,” he answered before I could. “Yes, your mother and I are getting married.”

I looked at him with surprise as he shot me a sly smile.

The children accepted the answer without even batting an eye but they were children. What did they know?

I knew the marriage between Travis and I depended on the revenge plan I had so I kept quiet. There was no use arguing about that. He could have his win for now, but if my revenge plan did not work, then there would be no marriage.

“So when are we going?” Tim, one of the triplets, asked with concern on his face.

“We will be going after your breakfast,” Travis replied, getting me to pull him aside.

“Can you stop answering these ridiculous questions?” I snapped with a whisper, looking back to check if they were listening. “I haven’t gotten tickets for them yet. I still need to call my assistant to do that for me.”

“Or I have a better idea. You could ride with me in my private jet.”

For a second there I had forgotten that he was rich.

“Hey,” he smiled, holding up my chin. “You should not worry. I’m not here to steal your kids. I’m here to steal you.”

I laughed at his everyday jokes of trying to tell me that he loved me.

After breakfast, I helped the children pack while the man called the airport to set his plane up.

Within minutes, we were all ready and were cruising down the street to the airport.

It was exciting for the children when we landed and entered the plane for the ride.

“Are you nervous?” he asked after I had strapped the kids in their seats.

“A little,” I sighed, settling into my own seat just before the plane started to move.