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

I needed to find a way to get back in their lives.

“Why are they ignoring me?” I asked her as she shrugged.

“Maybe it’s because they don’t know who you are. You don’t expect them to waltz into your arms.”

“I am their father.”

“Anybody can say that to them but you weren’t there to tell them that you are their father.”

“You didn’t give me a chance to do that.”

“They wouldn’t even be here if I had listened to you.”

“I…” I wanted to say something but instantly canceled it. She was right. I had asked her to get rid of the pregnancy. If she had done so I would have lost the children. They would not be alive now for me to see.

I wanted to be angry at her but I knew this was all my fault.

“How was I supposed to know you were pregnant with triplets?” I asked, frustrated by what was going on. “It’s not like I can read minds.”

“You can’t. I know about that, but at least telling me that I should get rid of the baby when we were married and ready to have children was mean.”

“I already apologized for it.”

“There is nothing I can do Asher. This is literally the consequences of your actions. You should have been a better man.”

“But I am a better man now. I’m trying my best to be there for you.”

“You’re married. I’m not sure your wife would like that.”

“Can we not bring her into this subject for a minute?” I sighed. “Everyday I say something about us you try to shoot her in my face. I get it, I’m married. What happens next?”

“I don’t know. You tell me.”

I sighed, walking away from her as I tried to connect with the children to no avail.

They ran from me and constantly ignored me like I did not exist. It was almost like they were born to hate me.

I had to do something about this. I could not keep chasing them around. Why would they hate me this much when they did not even know me?

So many questions rolled in my head and I could not stop thinking about how this was Zendaya’s fault as much as mine. She could have called me after giving birth instead of using out all these years and showing up now with the children.

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Zendaya’s POV

I watched him from a distance as he tried playing with the children but all he succeeded in doing was scaring the children away.

I loved the way they treated him because he deserved it. After what he had done to me, this was only the tip of the iceberg.

They would soon be out of his sight. As for now, I would use them to get what I wanted.

I hated how he had seen them. They were not ready yet and I was not ready as well. This was too soon.

I saw how he tried to smile at the children but when they were not looking at him, his face would fall and the sadness would return.

He was trying his best to hide it but it was not going as planned.

After trying some more, he gave up and stood to his feet.

“I feel so worthless,” he said walking towards me while I watched the children play. “They wouldn’t even look at me. It’s like they hate me. And they don’t even know me yet.”

I felt a little bit of guilt but I decided to give him a fake assurance.

“You’ve not been in their lives for a while now. You’ll need to let them be… for now. You know, let them come around. They will warm up to you.”

“You think so?” his face lit up with the little hope I had given to you. Why was he so excited now? His excitement made me sick.

“Yeah,” I smiled.

“Mum!” Landon called me.

“I don’t think they want me here,” the man said with a sad tone. “I’ll be going back home.”

Without any other word, I watched the hunk of a man walk away from me with his shoulders drooping. I could tell that he had aged considerably higher after meeting the children.

“Alright, fun time is over!” I announced as they grumbled before I ushered them to the car with our things.

Throughout the ride home, I started to think of a way to bring up the topic to the children. I had to find a way to tell them the history I had with the man.

We arrived home to find it empty as I followed them into their room.

“So I want to talk to you guys about your… father,” I gulped hard after saying those words. That word made me want to puke.

“He’s a horrible man,” Layla scoffed. For her age she acted like an adult. “I hate him already.”

“Yeah,” interjected Landon. “From the moment I saw him I hated him and wanted nothing to do with him. He’s horrible for what he did to us. I will never forgive him.”

“I’m agreeing with them mum,” Luca said. “He’s a terrible man and I also hate him.”

I couldn’t say anything to them. They had already given their vote and I would let it stay like that.

They kept on talking about how terrible he was and how they hated him over and over again. They were happy with their life now, adding Asher in would complicate things and I didn’t want it to get complicated.

“If he really cared for us, he would have looked for us,” Luca added in.

I felt a bit terrible for telling them that about their father. I had said those things from a place of hate but now, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea.

I promised myself to tell the children good things about the man so they would not hate him as much anymore.