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

“Stop the car Asher!” I yelled in anger. “Stop this damn car or I will throw myself out anyway.”

Asher was visibly alarmed when I had said this as he attempted to calm me down, placing a hand on my lap.

“You don’t have to say things like that zen, it’s scary,” he chuckled nervously. “You should calm down and let us go to where I want us to go. Trust me when I say you’ll love it.”

“What part of stop the car are you not getting? Do I look like a joke to you? Stop the car, Asher, or I am jumping out!”

In a frightened manner, he held me back from moving as he was scared I would actually do it. I struggled against his grip, fighting and kicking against him while he held back, caging me down against the seat to stop me from moving around.

“I shouldn’t have trusted that you have changed!” I yelled in anger, struggling against his grip with all my strength but he held me down. “I should have seen you for what you truly are. An animal. You are nothing but a monster.

“I pray you get what’s coming to you. Here I was thinking you are a man of honor. You don’t change. No, people like you get worse as the times change. You were a monster and you will forever be a monster!”

Asher was clearly hurt by my words as soon enough I could feel his grip on my body soften before he fell into his own seat.

“Stop the car, driver,” the man sighed as the driver did that, swerving the car to the side to park.

As soon as the car stopped, I opened the door and got out as he followed suit

“Zen, you’re going too far. Come back to the car,” he said getting me even more pissed.

“Are you dumb?!” I yelled. “I told you to take me to my own destination and here you are taking me to a random site. Did I ask for that? What do you even think you’re doing?”

“You are overreacting, Zen.”

“I am not overreacting. This is a normal response. You don’t make people’s lives harder. I can’t believe I got myself into this situation by trusting you. That is a very terrible mistake I am not making anymore.

“You should have dropped me where I wanted instead of taking a detour. I didn’t ask for the detour.”

“Zen…”

“You are an egotistical maniac who thinks they can get anything they want. Well guess what? Some of us have actual things to do and lives to live. First off, you showed up to our date late, then you become an asshole in the restaurant and act like a total dick.

“Then you also coerce me into getting into your car cos you said you were taking me home only for it to be a total lie and a trap since you were taking me to a random location. How sick can you actually be?

“I interacted with you a couple of times and I was thinking that maybe you’ve change but nope. You’re still an asshole who thinks that as the president he can get whatever he fucking wants.

“I’d advise you go to the girls who throw themselves at you for that because I’m not that kind of girl. What in the world is really wrong with you?! You know what?

“Maybe blaming you is not going to cut it since you were only acting like you and this is clearly my fault for allowing myself to be used in this manner. I should have known better but instead I didn’t and I ended up being an idiot.

“This is seriously my fault for thinking you were different this time but it’s clear you’ll never change.”

“Alright, alright,” he raised his hands in surrender, stepping closer to me.

“Keep your distance!” I warned him as he still walked towards me. “I swear to God I’ll tear out your eyes Asher!”

“I’m sorry,” he stopped short. That was a first time I was hearing him genuinely apologizing to me since I had known him.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

This had me wondering if I was in the right place. What was actually going on? Was Asher apologizing to me? We had to be in a simulation or a dream because this did not feel real.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated it again causing my entire body to feel a certain way. I did not know what to do anymore. He had never apologized to me before even while we were married. What sort of sick joke was this?

I could tell it had not been easy for him to do that but he had done it anyway.

Why was he even apologizing? He was the president, he could easily get any other person he wanted.

Was he losing it or what? Had my influence gotten deep into him? A lot was going on right now that I wasn’t getting.

“I’m sorry I disregarded you and took you somewhere else. I know you’ve got a lot going on but… I just wanted to take you to my home.

“Somewhere where the public wouldn’t be able to look in on me and you talking and make rumors fly around. You should know that I am the president and my public image is important. It could be destroyed.”

“I remember that,” I chuckled with a sneer. “I remember how you used to pretended to be the perfect husband in public but in private you barely talked to me or even treated me well.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeated again. “I am truly sorry for how our marriage ended. That was not part of the plan and now I realize how much you mean to me. I should have known better but I did not and I lost you.”

I scoffed, “This is not funny, you should leave me alone.”

“At least let me take you home… please.”