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

That question had me smirking. I hated playing the card of who I truly was but this was something I had to do now so I would be left alone.

“Since you asked. I am Zendaya Montclair,” I gave off in an off handed manner as his eyes opened widely.

“I-I did n-not know,” he stuttered in shock. He did not expect to see me at the party and to be honest, neither did I. But since I was here for revenge, I would be anywhere the party raged.

I looked around to see some of the socialites whispering to one another. Good. My name was going to go wide and far until everyone here would know who I was.

“Have a nice time here,” I said before walking away from him, leaving the man at the table.

While I slowly walked away from him, I heard people rush to talk to him. I had not gone far so I could easily overhear their conversation.

“Who is she?” someone asked.

“Zendaya Montclair,” he said in fear. “She is the President’s ex wife.”

Gasps flew around as I knew they had their eyes on me.

With a flip of my hair I found a man running to me with his camera.

“Madame Zendaya!” he yelled while taking my pictures as I laughed in a rich way.

“Madame?” I smiled. “Please, call me miss.”

More people rushed in as the paparazzi soon joined in and before I knew it, the function had turned into a meet and greet.

Even the bouncers had to push people away from me and most of them stayed in a line to see me.

Anyone entering the function now would think I was the main person in the room but I was not.

I had not seen him at the party but it had a lot of people here. I did not know if he was present or not but I did know news of my arrival was to have gotten to him whether he was here or not.

I smiled at everyone as they fought against the bouncers to meet me.

I had nothing to fear from the crowd. After all, I had left quietly without causing any drama.

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Walking away from the table I was standing at, I walked to the bar to get a drink just as many men gathered around me. They were handsome but they were still childish in their ways.

One of them flashed a wad of cash in front of me as I chuckled.

“What is that?” The bartender asked with a scoff. “Are you new in town?”

“Hey don’t you disrespect me, okay?” the man said to the bartender. “I am rich and I can buy this entire place.”

“Well, she is the ex wife of the president. She can make you rethink your life choices.”

“It’s okay,” I smiled at the bartender. “I’m sure he means no harm.”

The man heard what the bartender had said and immediately took up his wad of cash, ready to leave.

After drinking, I started out of the event. I had not planned to stay for long.

I waved to the host, said goodbyes to some people and left the event through the back door.

Just as I was leaving, I heard someone announcing that the president was entering through the front door.

I did not care about his presence as I had made my statement and I was leaving.

Getting into my car, I ordered the driver to take me home.

Now I had played my own card and I would await Asher’s turn.

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Asher’s POV

I entered the hall to see so many people running towards me with their cameras. It was nothing new since I usually had lots of paparazzi always wanting to take a picture with me.

“Sir, do you want to take questions from the camera crew?” my assistant whispered into my ears as I gave a weak nod. I did not want to appear as a harsh president to the audience.

“Sir,” one of the camera crews called to me after my assistant had given the go ahead order for them to ask their questions. “Do you have anything to say after finding out Madame Zendaya is back in town with you?”

“How long have you known about her reappearance?” another asked as I waved them off confused on why they were talking about her.

The crew tried to follow me as the bouncers stopped them from getting to me.

“Hey,” I said to my assistant. “Find out why they are talking about Zendaya?”

The man nodded before disappearing. I looked around the party hoping to find a clue to why they were talking about her only to find nothing.

The man appeared minutes later with a member of the paparazzi.

“Good day Mr President,” the man greeted.

“You’re the one who asked me that question about my ex wife. Why did you do that?”

“She was here a few minutes ago so I thought you knew about it. I only wanted to know if you both were on speaking terms.”

I was shocked to hear that she was back in the states.

“I don’t believe you,” I narrowed my eyes at the man.

“I will never lie to you Mr president,” he said, getting out his camera as he showed me a closeup shot of the woman. She was even more beautiful than before.

I had no idea she could look like this and seeing her now made me wonder why she had not stayed.

Her beauty had not faded but had gotten better.

The host climbed the stage as the function started but all I could think about was her. I could not get her face out of my head.

The gown she had worn did not make matters any better as she looked beautiful in it.

I started to think of a way to meet her. Since she was back, there was a chance to meet her again.