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

Zendaya’s POV

We spent the night at the hospital where he got treated and the bullet hole was cleaned.

I paced around the waiting room while praying that everything would go as planned. I didn’t want to be told that there was anything like a complication. I prayed that he would be okay after this.

The doctor after thirty minutes of mini surgery showed up to tell me that he was fine.

“Are you sure he’s not going to have any infection or something like that?” I had to ask.

“No, he’s fine. The bullet, like I said at the wedding, went straight through. He’s okay. Your husband is okay.”

The sound of him being called my husband had me blushing. He was my man but I didn’t know if husband was the right term to use now.

“So… can I see him?” I asked.

“Sure. Right this way.”

He led me to the room which was open as I saw the man talking to a doctor while a nurse worked on closing up the wound.

He looked at me and lit up.

“Hey,” he smiled. “I was thinking about you.”

An outburst of emotions flowed through me as I rushed to hug him, having him wince in pain.

“I’m sorry,” I jumped away from him with the doctors laughing.

“You both should take it easy. We’ll be outside. If you need anything, push that button,” the lead doctor pointed to a red button at the edge of the bed before ushering everyone out of the room.

“I didn’t know what to do after finding out that you were shot. I thought I had lost you,” I sighed. “I didn’t know if you were going to live or die while watching the blood spread.”

“Hey, it’s fine,” but it wasn’t fine.

“You almost died because of me,” the tears kept coming. “This is all my fault. I’m the problem. I’ve been causing you so much pain from day one. And now I don’t know how I would take it if you actually died.”

“Zen,” he placed a hand on my cheek which oddly calmed my nerves. “It’s fine. I didn’t die and it’s not your fault. Delia is just a crazy person. If there’s anyone to blame here then it’s me. I am the one to blame.

“I was the one who married her. I should have listened to my guts and stayed away but I did the unthinkable and now I’m paying for it. So I am the worst person alive for getting her in my home.”

I sobbed in his good arm while he tried to make room for me to get into the bed with him. The bed creaked, causing us to laugh.

“Don’t be selfish and save me like that again,” I slapped his chest. “You could have died.”

“I would rather go through a million gunshot wounds than see you suffer.”

“But you’d die,” I said.

“Then I’d know I died loving you.”

That was the most terrifying and yet romantic thing I had heard.

I loved him for everything he had done for me. I was still very much in love with him.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

I leaned in to kiss his lips which led to him wincing in pain before a knock on the door interrupted us.

The door opened with a police officer entering.

“I’m sorry to bother you Mr and Mrs President but Delia’s father is here,” the officer said. “He said he wants to see you.”

“That motherfuc…”

“I’ll handle it,” I said to Asher who was still struggling to get out of bed as I stopped him. “What are you trying to do?”

“Give him a piece of my mind.”

“Are you feeling pain now?” I asked him while looking at his arm, praying that he would forgive me for what I was about to do.

“No,” he grunted as that was my signal to punch his arm which had it bleeding again.

He yelled in pain.

“You, call the doctor and tell them how arm is bleeding, that should keep him down while I finish with the man,” I ordered the officer who was impressed by my action but bowed and called the doctor.

“Zendaya!” he yelled but I was gone. I would handle this my own way. I was mad at his daughter for what she had done, but it wasn’t going to stop me from doing what I wanted to do to him.

***

The man saw me getting out of the elevator as he stood to his feet to meet me halfway.

“Zendaya,” he called, getting me to stop him halfway.

“It’s Mrs. President to you. “What did you want to see my husband for?”

“It was actually you I wanted to see,” he sighed. “I know what my daughter did was wrong and I’m asking for forgiveness. Please don’t hold whatever she did to you against me.”

“What do you want?” I asked. “I know you’re here for something so what is it?”

“I’ve been made a target due to what she has done. I’m only asking for a graceful exit out of the country. I need to sell the rest of my properties that weren’t taken up by the government. And no one wants to buy them. I would prefer selling them to you instead of someone else.”

“Fine,” I said. “My offer will be sent to you and if you like it we can work on it.”

He accepted and bowed to me which was weird before I turned to see Asher standing behind me.

“You are such an ass,” I grunted, slapping his good arm. I could see his bandages had been changed while we walked to the balcony to look over. “How did you follow me?”

“They fixed my arm band while I walked behind you.”

“Cool. Sorry I did that.”

“It’s fine. Also, how would you manage to buy his property?”

“I already bought his old houses and properties anyway so I can buy this from him.”

He laughed. “You’re my cunning woman.”