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

Zendaya’s POV

I entered a salon to have my hair done as I had a date with Asher. I had to look my best if I was going to make him regret his decision for leaving me.

When I entered, I stopped in shock as a familiar face stared back at me.

It was Aurora, my younger sister. From the looks of things, she had also come here to have her hair done.

I could not leave as I had already seen her and this was an awkward situation. I decided that since I was already in here I would continue with what I wanted to do.

I sat down for my appointment beside her, scrolling through my phone as I was not in the mood to talk to her.

“You look good,” she said but I ignored her. She was not worth wasting my breath on. “Oh come on. You aren’t going to ignore me forever. Sooner or later you’ll need to talk to me.”

Someone came to me to ask for directions as I smiled and pointed to the assistant by the door.

When she was gone I kicked back in my seat to relax as I ignored Auroras pathetic attempts to talk to me.

“Come on Daya, stop this madness,” she said to me. “You’ll have to talk to me. Does mum and dad know you’re even here?”

The hairstylist walked to me as I smiled at her.

“What can I do for you?” she asked before looking at Aurora and back at me. “I can swear that you both look alike. It’s almost like you both are sisters.”

“She is my sister,” Aurora spoke up as I closed my eyes in anger. Who did she think she was to say that in public?

“You and who?” I scoffed. “We are not related in any way. You should go out there and look for your sister because that ain’t me.”

“Daya,” she sighed with a sad look in her eyes but I did not care. I was fuming on the inside.

I turned to the stylist.

“I need my hair done immediately. I’ve got a date to be at so if you can hurry it up that would be deeply appreciated.”

The woman nodded before starting on my hair. I stayed still without talking to Aurora. I was not going to talk to her. She was not worth my time.

When I was done, I paid with my card and got up to look in the mirror.

“You look beautiful,” she said to me as I ignored her took my card and started for the door. “Daya wait!”

She had finished with making her hair but had been waiting for me. It wasn’t like I had asked her to do that. I didn’t care if she has waited or gone. I was not in the mood to talk to her.

So I did what any sensible person would do. I walked out when I was done with my hair.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

She ran after me as I opened my car to get in.

“Zendaya, stop acting childish and listen to me,” she said holding my door as my blood boiled with anger.

“What do you want?!” I yelled getting people passing by to stare at us in shock. “What do you want woman? You’re like a pest to me right now. I’m trying to get home and all you’re doing is being a nuisance.”

“Relax, I just want to ask you some questions.”

“Why? So you’d start gauging life stories? I don’t feel like doing that right now.”

She stared at me for a few minutes as I proceeded to get into my car as she blocked it with her body.

“Wait,” she sighed. “I’m sorry for whatever I’ve done to you in the past. Maybe that’s why you’re still mad at me. But I just want to know how you are doing.”

“Why?” I scoffed. “So you’d think we’re friends or sisters now? We are not related. You can go back to your parents and talk with them. I’m sure they have a lot to talk to you about. Now get out of my way.”

“Why are you acting this way? I’m only trying to be nice here. I haven’t done anything to warrant this.”

“Oh you’ve done more than enough,” I sneered. “You did nothing, that is more than enough to know what I am to you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Where were you all this time while I was missing?” I asked her with a straight face. “Did you try to contact me while I was missing? Now I’m here you act like you care, talking to me like I never left. It’s funny how you’re asking me how I’m doing now.”

“I know you’re mad at me but it wasn’t my fault. Mum did not want us to contact you.”

“Did you try?” I asked.

“Daya, I really…”

I rolled my eyes at this childish explanation. It made zero sense to me. “You are a grown woman. Why would you not think for yourself? You are no longer a child who can be forced to do what you don’t want to do.”

The woman was silent as I scoffed, got into my car and drove off.

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Delia’s POV

I got out of the car with my bags as iris my best friend helped me with the bags.

We had gone shopping that evening and had just returned. As usual it had been an exciting but also stressful day.

It was harder these days having to choose between so many designer bags but I had successfully done it because I had the help of iris.

We entered into the living room chattering like little girls when we found Asher sitting by the dining room, reading a newspaper. As usual he was brooding with his signature scowl on his face but I didn’t mind.

I kept quiet as we watched him stand up and climb up the stairs to his room.