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

Zendaya’s POV

I tried to calm my nerves as I paced the study, hoping Asher would stop by the place like he usually does. Even though I had already told one of the maids to inform him about meeting me in the study.

My palms feel sweaty, I was indeed pregnant.

Fuck.

Now that it turns out to be true, the next thing to do is let the father of the child, know about it.

Saying a silent prayer as I heard Asher’s footstep heading towards the study, I hope I would have enough courage to face him.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

This is the first time we would be talking since that night. Which is still the reason behind my presence here. Talking to Asher doesn’t interest me either.

“This had better be quick.” He mumbled the moment he got in.

I kissed my teeth silently, this bastard must think I am a joke. Squaring my shoulders I held his gaze.

“I am pregnant.” I announced in my loudest and strictest voice.

Silence enveloped the room at first and for a second I almost thought he was having a deep thought.

“Abort it.” He blurted without blinking.

“Are you crazy?” I bellowed in response.

Asher dipped his hands in his pocket, giving me a blank look. “Look here, Zendaya. You would have to abort it. I have no intention of having such an intimate relationship with you. This was only a stupid marriage on paper and you know that. You are not a potential mother of my children. This marriage is only that of convenience. I can’t imagine someone like you birthing my future kids.”

My mouth fell open.

Turning towards the door to leave, he paused then turned to me again, “Money shouldn’t be a problem, I would have more money sent to your bank account and to keep the media out, I would call the family doctor to get rid of whatever is growing inside of you.”

My chest rumbled as I watched his receding back. Heaving, I couldn’t stop the loud shriek that left my lips.

“Asher, you bastard!” I cursed loudly, but he was already gone.

I had always known he is a cruel bastard, and cares nothing about me. But, I would have never expected him to deny his own unborn child and ask for it to be killed without second thoughts.

The more it dawns on me how mistaken I was to have ever thought this marriage might not be the end of the world for me. The more the truth keeps being obvious.

Running to my room, the tears flowed yet again. Its getting so tiring having to cry at almost every aspect of my life. Being a married woman, hearing the news of my pregnancy should be one of the most happiest moment of my life.

Almost like a snowball, it’s from one mess to another. My head ached as I sobbed hard against the bedsheet.

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I didn’t know when I slept off last night, the rays of the early morning had woken me up. Blinking hard, I tried to remember what had gotten me so worked up the day before.

The moment my head reckoned with the situation of things. I stood up groggily from the bed. dragging myself to the vanity mirror. Staring at myself, I let out a grimace; I look like a trash bag, my face botched like I was beaten.

My hands instinctively went to my flat belly, I rubbed at it. I could feel a connection to the foetus already despite just getting to be aware of it for a day.

Inhaling deeply, I stared at myself in the mirror. What exactly do you want Zendaya? Would it be right to let this insane man push you to kill your own child?

The questions circled my head almost driving me on the edge. There is no way I am giving in to Asher’s demands that is certain. He has shown me his true colours for a long while, but I was too timid to take actions. This time around, I won’t seat around and let him or my family make any more decisions as regards my life.

I have had enough of all of them. And this seem like the right time to take a strong decision to protect my future and that of my unborn child. There is no way I would let anyone lay their filthy hands on my child.

Looking around the room, I searched through the drawers for a pen and paper; I got a sticky note instead. Would have loved to send him a phone message that states just how much I hate him, but I don’t even have his contact.

Husband, my foot!

Penning down my thoughts, I told him just how much I hated him. And for him to fuck off and shove the entire marriage contract up his ass because I wanted out.

Checking the time on my phone, it was way past nine a. m and I am certain he must have left for work. Storming out of the room, I walked to his goddamn study, tearing out the sticky note. I pasted it on the large book on the table.

Heading back to the room, I walked to the closet. Grabbed a bag and out in all of the things that I consider as essential. Everything in the closet never actually belonged to me and I don’t give two shit about it.

Like someone on a time roll, I practically ran out of the room with my bags. When a maid walked up to me to help me, I refused. Thank goodness that I own a car, it would have been awful to get tracked just because I couldn’t drive a car of my own.

I headed straight to the bank first to withdraw everything in my account. Tears trailed down my face as I got back into the car, I have no idea where I am headed. But I know it’s essential for me to leave that godforsaken house.

Igniting the car, I remembered I haven’t given my family a piece of my mind. I decided to do it a more interesting way.

Turning the car around, I drove to a flower shop. I picked out white roses and asked for a large plain card for me to write in. Right there and then, I renounced my family. Telling them to do as they wish with their will by pulling me out of the will, since I have decided to back out of my marriage to Asher. I also asked them to go fuck themselves.

Every part of me ached as I wrote the letter, I didn’t bother to bid them goodbye or tell them where I might be headed, and once I was done, I paid for it to be delivered to my parents later today. Ensuring that got sorted out, I headed back towards my car.

As I drove out of the city with no particular destination in mind. The tears kept falling like the snow during Christmas.

I would never allow anyone trample over me again. I would ensure to become someone no one, not even Asher or my parents would be able to walk over. For my unborn child, I vow to do everything in my power to protect him or her.

As for everyone of them that hurt me, from my family, to Asher, Alexander and Blair. I would exert revenge on everyone of them, for taking me for a fool and walking over me.

None of them would be spared when I do and eventually return. Because I would be coming back with so much smoke, none of them would be ready for it!

it would be an entirely new person.

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Eight months later.

I finally put to bed.

It wasn’t just one baby, but three identical babies, who unfortunately, were the perfect replicas of their father, the president.