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

Zendaya’s POV

I was shopping at the boutique, looking for the perfect dress to wear for all the dates I was going on. I had worn all the new clothes I had on and I needed the latest ones this time around.

I wanted to look my best and present the way impression because this was the first time I would be meeting Asher officially to introduce the children to him.

I hoped it would be successful because the children had been acting really strange over time. I wondered what had gotten into them and I was ready to take harsh actions if they ever tried to embarrass me in front of him ever again.

As I picked the clothes I would wear, I heard someone yell at another part of the store and I froze. The voice was unmistakably hers. It was a tone I remembered and I almost felt rage.

I turned to see the woman yelling at an assistant. I had not expected to run into her here. I had not expected to run into her at all.

It turned out her card had been declined and she was shouting at the assistant to try again. Everyone stared at her like she was crazy.

I decided it was best to exit the store. There was no need to be associated with her. It would cost me a lot.

I dropped the clothes I had on the hanger as I started out of the store, bumping into a ball which fell to the ground and bounced around getting everyone to look at me.

That was when she saw me and immediately opened her eyes wider with shock.

“Zendaya?” She called my name. She turned to the assistant pointing to me. “That’s my daughter. She’s rich and she’ll pay for the clothes.”

The assistant came to me as I shook my head. “I do not know that woman. If she bought the clothes from you don’t you think it is right to take the money from her? Why come to me?”

“Zen,” the old woman said with a sad look as I sighed, taking out my card to pay for my own clothes. Immediately I paid for it, I exited the store so I would not have to hear her call me again. Her voice irritated me, I never wanted to hear her again.

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“Zen,” she said. “How are you? I hope you’re fine. I’ve missed you. Why haven’t you called me back since that time I sent you that message. I know you’ve received it. Why are you keeping quiet and not trying to connect with your family?”

I turned to look at the woman with hatred. “Didn’t you disown me the last time? Why are you acting like you know me now?”

“Zen…” the woman tried to say things but she was stunned by the way I had spoken to her.

“After all these years, you realize now that you miss me. What happened to you all that time? You could have called me or searched for me. Did you do it? Instead you pushed me aside and prepared to lose a daughter. You are the worst mother in the history of mothers.”

“Zen,” she sighed. “I’m sorry for how I’ve hurt you in the past. Please forgive me for doing it. I know you can’t forgive me but can you at least try?”

“I cannot,” I chuckled. “You hurt me really badly. You didn’t even let my own sister come to me. How cruel can you be? For your own ambitions you broke our family.”

“Baby,” she tried to touch my cheek, getting me to slap her hand away. “Don’t you touch me! Stay away from me. And the next time you see me, look the other way. Remember, you do not have a daughter anymore. You lost her when you turned a blind eye to her suffering.”

“Please Zendaya. Let’s talk. Let me make it up to you. Let me get to know how I can get back into your life.

“I’ve got things to do,” I got into my car as I drove off, leaving her standing on the street.

While driving I found my chest heavy with burdens as I screamed in my car.

“Fuck!” I screamed again and again until my eyes watered and my voice cracked. Just like always she had ruined my life.

I could not control myself as my hand shook on the steering wheel. I was angry. I resented her for what she had done in the past.

I had no intention of forgiving anyone from the past. None of them had made any attempts to make it up to me like Asher. Instead they bumped into me from time and time and that was when they wanted to catch up. They were a lost cause. I was never reuniting with them.

Immediately I got home, I struggled to get my things out of the car as I carried them up the elevator to the apartment.

I got out of it and entered the house to receive a text from Asher.

I dropped my bags on the bed, going through the images he had sent me. It turned out he was in a cake shop and he was buying cakes for the children.

‘Which one do you think the children would like?’ he had texted as I looked over the pictures before settling for one.

I couldn’t help but smile at how much effort he was putting in. He had really changed.

I quickly picked a strawberry and vanilla cake and sent an emoji under the picture before going to see the children playing in their playbox.

The maid came inside to greet me as I smiled at her.

“Get them ready,” I said. “We’ve got someplace to be.”

I headed for my room to change into my own outfit.