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

Alexander’s POV

I showed my I. D. to the bouncer who let me into the club as I scoffed at the man.

Did he think I was twelve with my wedding ring on my finger?

I had gone out of the house for a party at my friends club as I needed a drink. It was better here than at home.

I bumped into someone who apologized after seeing the frown on my face. I was in a bad mood and ready to get off physically with anyone who would test my patience tonight.

I had tried calling Blair but she was not picking up my calls. I was confused at why my own wife would not pick up my calls. What did she have to do that was more important than what I had to say to her?

Of course I just wanted to know how her day was going but for her to not pick up my calls throughout the day and not respond to my messages was another reason I was mad.

Something was wrong and I was going to get to the bottom of this.

I picked up my phone as I slid onto a stool. Each time I would call it was either it was not reachable or switched off. Where was she? It used to be reachable before but before I came to the club it was switched off.

This had me worried and since she was not back home I had decided to leave the house for the party.

A message popped into my phone which was from her.

‘Can’t talk now. At work.’

This was a generic message and not one she actually typed. This has me angry as I bashed my hand against the wall in anger.

“Hey,” I called to a waiter. “Get me bottle of…” I pointed to his tray. “What is that?”

“It is one of our newest beers sir. It is…”

“I don’t want to hear it. Just get it for me.”

He nodded and walked off to get me what I wanted. I slid off the stool to sit on a more comfortable armchair.

I started to think of the past and found out that my relationship with my dear wife had not been the best.

Our marriage had been deteriorating slowly over the months we had spent together. It had been going on for a long time now and I did not know what to do about it.

If she was not that important to me I would have divorced her and moved on, but I could not do that.

Our families were intertwined in this as our parents had businesses together due to our marriage.

The public and our family could not find out about this as they would lose their minds and we would be on the face of every major tabloid. I did not want that happening.

I wanted everything to be how it was. I wanted to remain under the radar as I had been. I did not want anyone in my face trying to understand what had led to my divorce. I wanted to live a normal life.

Yes it was at the detriment of my mental health but I would persevere until a viable option would come up.

The waiter showed up with the drink as I downed it and started to wallow in my misery. I would drink until I could not feel my face. That would help me deal with the pain.

“You came!” one of my friends showed up, drink in hand to see me sad.

“Yeah. Congrats on your new club,” I cheered him as more of our friends showed up.

“Ahhh, it’s nothing. It took me all my life savings but at least I’ve got something to fall back on if the economy starts to dip. How are you enjoying yourself.”

“Great. Except your bouncer wanted to know how old I was by going through my card.”

We all laughed as the man hushed everyone down.

“Now I know ever since our good friend here has gotten married, he has been drinking so much beer he’s almost having a beer belly,” everyone laughed including me as he pointed to me. “Now, tonight, we all will be having free drinks. Bills on me.”

“But isn’t this your place?” I asked as he waved me off before downing his drinks with the rest of the crew.

I looked to my left to see a pretty girl smiling at me as the rest of my friends mingled with everyone else leaving us alone.

“Hey,” she said to me as I smiled at her.

“Hey,” I said back.

“I saw you from across the room and thought you needed some company so I decided to come over and join you.”

I could see the girl had a resemblance to Blair and at first this put me off but sooner than I would think I started to get used to it.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Mind if I sit at your table?” she asked, standing from where she was sitting as I nodded.

She sat by my side as we did nothing but drink together. I didn’t want anything to do with her so when I was done drinking I stood up and started for my car.

As I opened the car, I found her standing by the passenger’s door.

“What is it?” I asked her while she stood outside.

“Can’t you give a girl a lift?” she asked as I opened the door for her to get in.

She tried to kiss me as I pushed her away.

“Hey, hey, hey,” I said. “I don’t roll like that. I am married.”

Before I could slur out more words I started to fall asleep as I had taken in too much drink.

***

Zendaya read through a magazine as her phone rang getting her to drop the book. She found a strange number calling her but she still picked.

“It is done,” a feminine voice said on the phone as she smiled.

“Better.”