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

Zendaya’s POV

We went on a peaceful walk and talk the next morning and talked about how the next election was going to be.

I could feel this election and I knew the competition was going to be stiff this year.

The air of winning was just as stale as that of losing.

Everyone voted for Asher the last time because he had so many supporters and he was a young blood in politics, but this time, there were so many young bloods following in his example as they wanted to beat him at his own game.

It was hilarious but I found it motivational that he was becoming the one pacing way for so many people to shrug shoulders with him.

The problem I had been having in his team was his campaign manager who thought he knew better than me. I didn’t want to school him but he was not willing to listen to anyone.

He had made Asher win the last election because Asher didn’t have any competition. Now Asher has competition, all his plans had done was reduce Asher’s chances at beating the opponents.

I stepped in with a new plan and it had boosted his ratings to high heavens. Now I was beginning to think the manager worked for the opposition as he was trying to bring down my husband.

After the peaceful walk and talk. We headed for the last conference party which was held before we headed home for the citizens to cast their vote for the next day.

I could not hold back my excitement and while at home, I had a conference call with everyone on the team. I congratulated them in advance and thanked them for their hard work. We went ahead to give ourselves words of hope before I cut the call.

Asher called me to bed while telling me it would be okay.

We kissed and slept.

For the entire week of Ballot Day, I casted mine with my family and waited for the results to be out.

It was a day to be scared of the results while also feeling so much hope that everything would work in our favor.

From time to time, I listened to news as they kept calling the votes in different places.

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While Asher went for the presidential meeting, I stayed home with Aurora and mother who knitted a sweater for the children.

We had a family time as it had been a long time since we had done this. I didn’t want to do anything else but stay with them.

“So how was it over in the other country you were in?” Mother asked.

“It was okay,” I answered.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to help you. It must have been pretty hard for you to get through with the children.”

“It was hard but I had friends who helped me through the hard times. You shouldn’t worry about me.”

“I should. You are my daughter.”

“Mum,” Aurora eyed her.

“No, it’s okay,” I smiled. “I’m past that by now. I’m not angry at you anymore. We had a problem and we had to clear that. Right now, it’s not going to happen again. I’m here so you don’t need to worry anymore.”

“When you have your child, what’s going to be the name of the child?” my mum asked Aurora who shrugged.

“If it’s a boy, Raphael and if it’s a girl, Angelina.”

I laughed with mother.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Raphael is such a bible name and what’s with Angelina,” the woman laughed so hard I started to feel bad for my sister who argued with us.

After that, mum had to leave for him while Aurora stayed with me for a while.

“Do you think mum is okay? She’s not looking like her usual self,” she said.

“I noticed. But I think it’s because she’s not used to being this way with us. She doesn’t know what to say to us and I fully understand her frustration. Either way. She’s fine to me.”

When we were done with our binding, she headed home while I waited for Asher to return home.

When he got home, I found his face filled with worry. He was scared that he would lose but I was there to tell him otherwise. I was there to motivate him and tell him to believe in himself. He was not going to lose.

Tension was high as everyone in the house, staff included, waited for the results to be announced.

“You know what?” He said. “Let’s cook and have a feast.”

That was what we did. We all cooked together and joked about a lot of things.

The children enjoyed our company as we did what we wanted to do before going back to the living room.

There, we waited for the results to be announced.

The man tapped his feet countless times on the ground before I held his hand to help him stay calm as everything was going to be alright.

And just like that, the announcer announced Asher as the winner which led us to cheer to high heavens and rejoice at our victories.

We got calls from different people congratulating us of our victory with Asher swiping me off my feet.

He was still the president and the new people had lost the election.

“I told you that we’ve got this,” I said to him as he clapped my butt before holding my hand was we exited the house to the press who had camped on the properties.

They were there in case we had won, so they would easily take our pictures and our statements.

I was so happy with our progress as we climbed the podium to give his speech.

He had written something down but I was not sure if he would read from it or freestyle it and try to say whatever he was feeling.

This was going to be his new speech as the new president. The man was ready for it.