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

Asher’s POV

The next morning, I read through my phone to find exciting news. It was so good I could not hide it within myself so I jumped up and started for the living room where I knew she would be that early to share with her.

I got there and as I had thought, she was there sipping a cup of hot tea.

“Hey babe, I found something,” I smiled.

“What is it?” she asked inquisitively.

“Apparently you and I are all over the news as well as speculations concerning the state of my marriage.”

She was worried after I had said this.

“So is that a good thing or a bad thing? I don’t think it’s news enough for you to be excited about.”

“Oh don’t you worry. I knew this would happen,” I said, trying to keep her kind at rest. I already knew someone would figure out the pieces and put it together. It was only going to take time anyway.

She did not look pleased.

“You know, I could call up my legal team and…”

“Hey,” I smiled, going to hug her as I took the mug from her hand to place on the table. “How about we talk through this.”

I kissed her deeply so she would be calm before deciding to give her a piece of my mind.

“Look, as much as I want to say I agree with you, I think you should relax. It’s okay. Let me take the hit for it because I’m already neck deep in scandals. This is not going to be anything for me. Trust me.”

“I’m sorry for everything I’ve put you through. This is all my fault, isn’t it?” she sighed, feeling guilty about everything that had happened.

“No it’s not,” I shut her down. “Don’t feel bad over something that we both know was not your fault. Let’s just keep this away and focus on what we are seeing, okay? I’ll handle the scandals while you try to stay out of one.

“There’s nothing these press guys love more than waiting for you to make a mistake so they can catch you on camera and use it against you. Even I am not safe, and I’m the president of this crazy country.”

She laughed while I hugged her more. “Don’t bother yourself too much about this. I’ve got this.”

We kissed before leading each other to the couch.

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Delia’s POV

“Are you even listening to me?!” I yelled at my father who was drinking a bottle of whiskey without a glass cup. He was drowning himself in the agony of losing everything and now he was barely standing up.

“Can you… leave me alone please?” he sighed. “I’m trying to think of a way out of this one without you being in my personal space.”

“You’re not even listening to me. You’re a selfish old man. I’m trying to tell you that Asher is divorcing me. Can’t you even hear me at all?!”

“Stop yelling for Christ’s sake. I’m trying to think.”

“That’s how you cut off my spending from my trip to the foreign country. If I had no money in my account, I would have been stranded there. You just don’t care about me. You’re just like the people you say you’re not like. You’re heartless and mean and I hate you.”

The man grabbed the bottle and tossed it at me, but I dodged it and it shattered on the wall behind me.

“Don’t you ever shut up?!” he growled with a drunken fist shaking in the air. “Now all I can do is try and recoup what I have lost thanks to your incompetence. You had one job to do and you failed.

“How can you fail at being a woman? All you needed to do was keep him no matter what. But you got sidetracked by that stupid girl Iris. Instead of giving on your husband like I told you to do, you focused on your friend.

“Now look at where we are. Even our most prized connections have left us. We are now without any connections. Did you even know what I did to get into a rank where I could introduce you to Asher?

“Do you even know how hard it was to get him to consider marrying you? Now I’ve lost everyone that could help me pull that off again. I’m without a doubt one of the most stupid men alive on this planet for having such a stupid daughter.”

I felt insulted after he had said that. I had so many things to say to him but I knew I had to hold my tongue or I would be in serious trouble.

After all, it was his fault we were broke. If he had just paid his taxes instead of hoarding the money he got from his company, we would still have a place to live in.

Now the only house he had was an offshore shack which he had bought in my mothers name but she didn’t want it anymore so he used it to stay in.

Since they were separated, it was not really his but hers. The tax officials could not take it.

“This sucks,” I sighed. I had planned how my holiday was going to go and now I was stuck here with him. He wasn’t going to help me get Asher back, instead he was here muttering about his regrets.

I was not going to end up like him. I had plans to achieve and that was what I was going to do. He could stay here and complain all he could. I was going to handle this my way.

Instead of me getting my head in turmoil over what was going on, I would instead handle this in a different light.

“It’s not over yet,” I said to him, getting the man to look at me.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“What was that?” He asked.

“It’s not over. I can fix it.” I knew I could.