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

Asher’s POV

I could not go to the hospital that day because I had to take care of the children and tell them that everything was going to be okay.

During dinner, they would not shut up about how they wanted to see their mum in the hospital and I kept putting it off. It was not going to end well if I actually let them go and see her. I knew how it would end.

“Come on, we want to see her!” Layla yelled.

“You can’t see yet. Not yet. The doctor won’t allow anyone but me in the room.”

That was the excuse I kept on giving. If they saw her state, they would see she was in a worse state than before. I did not want them to start thinking that she had been involved in something worse than just an accident.

“How about we watch movies and play games?” I brought it up as they cheered.

Throughout the night, to avoid their questions, I played countless games with them until they passed out.

That was very tiring but this method would work until she was out of the hospital.

My problem came when I wondered how many times I would keep doing this and I shook my head.

This was going to take some time.

My phone rang just as I was putting them to bed. I picked it to see it was Aurora calling.

“Hey,” she said to me. “How are you doing?”

“Not good,” I sighed. I was so used to doing all of this with Zendaya, but now she was not around I felt so alone. The house suddenly felt like someone was missing. It turned out she was a huge part of my life and the children were pieces that fit the puzzle making us complete.

I could not live without any of them. I needed them to make my life complete and whole again.

“How are the children holding up?” She asked. “Did you tell them?”

“I did not,” I sighed. “I can’t bring myself to…”

I stopped myself, closing the children’s door before walking up the stairs and into my own room. I didn’t want any information leaking and getting into their ears. They were still little.

“Alright, I’m in my room now.”

“You haven’t told them yet,” she heaved.

“How can i tell them that their children got kidnapped and shot but the kidnappers missed her heart meaning they had intended to kill her? How can I say that? I need them to not be afraid of the outside world.

“That’s the reason for everything I’m doing. It’s not to make them scared but to make them respect the outside world. I’m really trying to hold up here and keep them away from the dangers out there but even that is not enough.”

“I can help,” she offered. However, I did not want to bother her. She had her own issues to handle.

“Don’t you worry,” I sighed. “This wasn’t a cry for help, I can handle it. In fact I’m getting the hang of…”

“Asher,” she called my name without being official. “Zendaya is my sister too and when I heard the news I flipped. I was mad and I went into a fit of rage, but I controlled myself and decided that the children were more important.

“I tried calling countless times but you’ve not been home. I needed your permission before coming to the house.

“I understand that this is a sensitive time for you and everyone so I’m asking that you should invite me over to at least distract the children for a few days. So you can focus on finding those people who did this to her.”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

She was a kind sister.

“Fine,” I agreed. “Come by around ten o’clock tomorrow morning. Don’t worry about security. Once you arrive, call me and I’ll be around to tell them to let you in.”

She thanked me and I cut the call.

I had kept the news about Zendaya’s progress away from the media and no one knew how she was doing.

Looking over the balcony, it felt so empty and cold. We used to stay here and discuss all the things we would want to do to our children. How we would help them grow and all of that, but now, that was different.

She didn’t even remember who I was or remembered her own children. Her brain had been wiped clean.

I started to wonder if she even loved me again by the way she stared at me in the hospital.

That always bothered me and it broke my heart that if she didn’t love me she would want to leave me and I would be alone once again.

Would she even love her own children since they were also strangers to her?

What if she decided to run away and leave me alone with them?

No, this was too hard to think about. I was not going to let any of this happen.

I went to bed very early and woke up the next morning with my phone buzzing.

Aurora had arrived early and she was at the gate.

I couldn’t complain as I ran out with my phone to let the security allow her in.

When she was in. I told her the current state Zendaya was in and she was shocked and saddened by the news.

“What?!” Layla said from the door as the triplets entered with frowns. “Mum doesn’t remember anything? What about us?”

I had forgotten to lock the door while talking to their aunty. All my days of hard work had gone down the drain.

I told them that she would never forget who they were and she was recording as she needed time and that seemed to work for them.

They relaxed after hearing that news.

I left them in the hands of Aurora and drove to the hospital when Delia called me to ask if I was still going for the divorce.

“I’m still going for it,” was my response.

“Your loss,” she cut the call.