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

Asher’s POV

Six months later I was called to a parent teacher conference as we listened to all the teachers had to say about the children. I was happy to have dropped the children in this place.

Their teaching standards were high and they taught the children things they were to know in real world scenarios.

We had gone with the children and after the meeting, we got out to see the triplets bragging to other children about how they were the children of the president.

I frowned at this and was ready to teach them a lesson in the car, however, Zendaya had other plans.

She grabbed the children to a corner and tossed them to the wall in anger.

I followed her quietly with my hands in my pockets. I didn’t want to drag any attention to ourselves.

“What is wrong with you three?” she growled as they kept their eyes on the ground knowing they had fucked up. “Are you all out of your mind? Bragging to children about your parents achievements is not your achievement.

“You were lucky to be born in our life, that doesn’t give you the right to bully others, do you hear me?”

They all nodded, as I came to haunch before them.

“Your mother just wants what is best for you. Don’t brag to others about this. Try to be kind to everyone. Do you understand me?”

They nodded as I hugged three of them before letting them go inside the school to play.

“Was I a little too harsh on them?” she asked as I held her hand to kiss it.

“No, you were just perfect. The children from time to time need someone to put them in their place. You are doing a wonderful job of doing that.”

A teacher joined us as she smiled after staring at us for sometime.

We joined her and the rest of the teachers who had so many good things to say about the children.

They spoke of their intelligence and their ability to communicate without holding back which sometimes was a bad thing but in general was good.

We promised them to work better on our own end to teach the children how to speak to their elders with more respect.

When we were on our own, Zendaya pointed to a woman scolding some children.

“The first time I came to this school, she was a little too bitchy to me. She was very disrespectful to me.”

“Is that right?” I smirked before calling for the woman to join us.

“Mr Pres…” She started to say as I held my hand to stop her.

She looked at Zendaya to see her smiling and knew that she had told me something. Now she knew she was in trouble.

“I’m not here for that,” I sighed. “How are my children doing?”

She told me all she knew and I was proud of the triplets.

At first I had been worried that the triplets would grow up to be spoiled and rotten but they all seemed to be respectful and they were leaders of their classes. They were also very smart.

Of course as children I knew that from time to time, they would try to be stubborn and beat against the odds but it was not that way all the time. They were still good children.

Landon was good in sports and it showed by how big he was getting when compared to the others. He was also the most confrontational. Then there was Layla who was good at science.

She was inquisitive and asked so many questions so she would understand how things worked. Luca was good with arts. He loved to draw and he had a thing for drama.

When the woman had gone and left us alone, I watched them interact with the other children.

“They have grown so well and I am so proud of them,” said Zendaya as I nodded.

We kissed each other as we heard sounds of people screaming to look up and find out that it was the twins being disgusted by our show of emotions in public.

“Ewww! Not in public dad!” they said at the same time as I laughed with the public laughing too.

We left the school with the paparazzi becoming tiring when they blocked the gate and refused to move.

They wanted pictures which I refused to give to them.

I got out my phone and called the army as they arrived and made sure the paparazzi had the beating of their lives.

The next day, they blocked the house stopping me from leaving as I had my security beat them as well.

This was getting out of hand as even my wife could not even go to the supermarket without being bombarded by the paparazzi who wanted pictures from her but she only wanted to be left alone.

I decided to take matters into my own hand and deal with them by making a law which prevented paparazzi from being confrontational and threatening to the general public.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

So many celebrities saw this as a good things as they had been harassed by the paparazzi before and they were not feeling safe even in their own house.

When I made that law, I had so many people coming after me and saying that I was going against the will of free speech and freedom as we were living in a free state but then I decided to do the right thing and change the law for a temporary amount of time.

All the paparazzi would go to those people who had gone against my idea. After a day of being bombarded by the media, they pleaded that I should change it.

I left it on for a day before changing it.

My children understood that it was for me and they had grown accustomed to living with it. But I wanted them to be safe. The paparazzi was not providing the environment I needed for that to happen.