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

Zendaya’s POV

When the guard approached me I knew who had sent him and what he wanted.

Before he could say anything I held up my hand and shook my head.

“Tell your boss that I won’t be coming to his table. If he wants to talk to me he can meet me here. I will not show up at his table no matter what. Even if this part of the building was falling apart.”

The guard could not say anything as he walked back to his master to give off the news.

I knew Asher and his pride. The man would rather fall off a cliff than stand up from his table to meet with me. But I was going to show him that I could be stubborn as well.

While the guard relayed my words to the man I looked at the dancers on the stage enjoying their performance.

I started to think back on the plan I had with Travis in the car before showing up for the party.

“When we enter the party, you will leave me alone at the table for a while and this would give that idiot the time to jump in and try to talk to me,” I had said to Travis.

“He is the president. He would rather call you over,” the man had said but I shrugged.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“I don’t care, I’m not leaving my table. Anyway, if he did show up at my table I would not talk to him the first time. I will make him beg for me and chase after me.”

“With what you’re wearing, I don’t see why he wouldn’t want to bang you right now,” Travis had said, slipping his hand into my gown as I giggled before kissing him.

“That is a brilliant plan,” he had said. “Now I don’t like the part of him chasing after you but I don’t think we have a choice. This is just part of the plan after all.”

“I’m sorry baby. We’ll soon be done with this and we’ll be on our way home.”

“I guess I’ll have to bear with it for your revenge plan. Gosh I hate it but I don’t have a choice.”

A waiter dropped a glass of wine on the table, getting me to reality as I smiled at him before noticing that Asher was still staring at me.

This was the longest he had ever stayed staring at me and it made me smile. We had been married for a few years and it had only taken me turning into a different person for him to fall in love with me.

Standing to my feet with my drink in hand, I walked to the balcony to stand alone.

I noticed while walking out of the party that his eyes followed me. This was me luring him like a prey luring a predator away.

Minutes later, I felt the presence of someone standing beside me.

There was no one besides us on the balcony. It must have been his plan.

“You look beautiful, Zendaya,” his deep voice rolled as I took a sip of my drink while looking over the balcony like I was alone there. “Is that dress the latest or did you have that custom made?”

I said nothing, leaning over the railing to have a better view of the city below us.

“Why won’t you talk to me?” he asked, this time his voice was a bit broken. I could feel the pain in his voice. “I’m trying to be nice here.”

I sighed without responding to him. I could tell it was eating him inside that I was not saying anything to him.

“You know, when I saw you walk in here it made me remember one time when we were still together that I would hold your arm and we would get into gatherings together.”

I could not remember that being a thing but I was not going to argue with him. He had his delusions and I would stick to my reality.

I was no longer that girl he could treat like trash. I was better than her.

“I’m going back inside. I came out here to be alone and have some air but I guess I can’t have that with you breathing down my neck.”

I started for the entrance as he held my arm with his big palms keeping me in place.

I turned to look at him with my eyes half asleep and half awake. He could see the bored expression on my face and knew I was not in the mood for his games.

“You seem to forget Asher that I am no longer your wife,” I threw off. “You should let go of me before someone crosses and sees your hand holding me back. Trust me, gossip travels fast and you don’t want that to happen.”

Just as I had said that, we heard a couple joining us at the balcony which caused him to let go of me faster than he had grabbed me.

With a scoff, I downed my drink before walking into the party. I could tell that he was frustrated at how he could no longer handle me like I was his.

It pained him that he could no longer control my every move. I loved this and I wanted to show him how much more freedom I was enjoying now I was no longer with him.

I was pleased to know I was no longer the kind of girl he could treat however he wanted. I was no longer that girl who used to cry and fawn for him. No, I was different now.

I had grown from that girl to a different person now. I was the girl he wanted and lusted for. I could see it in his eyes and the way he looked at me.

I waved to a waiter who walked to me as I exchanged my empty cup for a full one before heading to my chair.