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

Delia’s POV

Everything was horrible. I couldn’t see it getting any better. How had I gotten to this point in my life? How was it that I was now a nobody?

Now I was staying in Iris’s family house which was smaller than my walk-in closet in Asher’s home.

“This is extremely small,” complained to Iris, but what could she do about it but wail with me.

“You have to do whatever it takes to get back in your house or that bitch Zendaya would take over and you would be left with nothing. I do hope you understand what I’m saying,” she said to me and I did.

I would do anything to get back in my house. Anything to make sure I was back home. This was not my home. I was uncomfortable here.

Somehow, due to the issue my father had with Asher and surprisingly Zendaya, I was banned from going to the presidential house. Now I didn’t know if this was true but that was the news I had been told by one of the guards in the building.

I had crashed with Iris, however, in the first few hours of me staying there I started to regret why I had wanted to stay with her in the first place. It was small and uncomfortable.

After this, I was ready to fight with him or Zendaya. Whoever would come against me.

I decided to go to the mansion to see Asher. He was going to explain to me why I was not allowed in my own mansion. After all, we were legally married. He was still my husband and I was still his wife. That skank he slept with was only a gold digger. And I would dispose of her soon.

For now. It’s important things first. I needed a better place to sleep and my room in my mansion was just it.

I was going to show him that I was no pushover. He wasn’t going to bully me into submission.

“I’ll be right back,” I said to Iris, getting to my feet as I was about to leave.

“Should I come with you?” She asked. “You know… for back up.”Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“No,” I smirked. “This is going to be a husband and wife kind of fight so it’s going to be awkward when I bring you around.”

“But Zendaya is going to be there with her kids. Can’t I come?”

She made a really good point, but… “No. I’ll let you know how it goes and of course I’ll win because I never lose.”

I ran out of the room and headed for the garage.

I watched her from the window wave to me before I drove out of the garage and drove to the presidential mansion.

He was going to explain to me why he would let a skank into the house but not me.

Who did she think she was to steal my husband away? She had no idea what she was dealing with. If I wanted someone gone. I would do that to her.

Whatever that stupid man has done to her kids had clearly not taught her enough lessons. She wanted more. I would give her more.

She was going to pay with her life if it ever came down to it.

I drove to the gate to have the guards coming to inspect my car which irritated me.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I flailed my arms angrily. “I live here. In case you have forgotten, I am literally the First Lady and the president is my husband. Why are you searching my car?”

They all stared at each other before me.

“I’m sorry ma’am,” one of them answered, going back to his search. “President’s orders.”

Fuck this, I grunted out of the car as I headed inside the mansion through the gate.

I saw the triplets of that whore playing in the grounds as my insides churned with rage.

“Hey you,” I called to a guard.

“Ma’am?” he answered.

“Those children… throw them out now.” I ordered just as Zendaya and Asher got out of the house with smiles on their faces, looking like a real couple. How was he so happy with that skank? And he had never looked at me like that before.

It was always with anger or with disgust but not with love.

They were holding hands, looking like they were so much in love with each other.

I could puke staring at them. I wanted this madness to end.

“Hey, you three, go with the nanny,” Zendaya said to them just as a woman ushered the children into the house.

This was my cue to take out this trash. Asher was going to choose who he was going to keep around. Me, his legitimate wife or this whore.

“You stupid girl!” I growled in anger, getting the attention of the couple. “You are a husband snatch, a man stealer and a cheap whore! Did you think you can get into my life with those children of yours and try to steal my husband?

“That will not work. Now I don’t need to talk too much before you get pushed out as the skank you are.”

“What are you doing Delia?” Asher stepped in as I held up my hand to stop him from talking. I was not done with the woman before me.

“I will show you right now who the real First Lady is,” I grunted with rage.

Just as I crossed the gap between us to engage with her physically, Asher stepped in, holding my arms and pushing me away with his strength.

“Don’t you ever lay your filthy hands on her,” he said coldly. “I know all about your cheating and bad behaviors. Your parties and everything. I know all about it. But guess what, Zendaya is a thousand times better than you will ever be so stop trying so hard and leave already.”

I had not expected this from him or seen this coming.