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

Asher’s POV

The honeymoon from what I could remember was not as exciting as the one I had gone through.

I had been married twice and those times did not give me the excitement this one brought. Also, during those times, I had been really busy with work that I had not even had the time to do anything else but stay in the office while my wives either had to travel alone or stay back with me.

Either way, I did not care seeing as I wasn’t happy just as they weren’t happy.

However, that was a different case right now. I saw the quality time I would spend with my family as everything and I was prepared to push aside all work to be with them.

I had a family meeting with them to know where we were going to spend our time together.

They all chose Europe but the place to spend it in Europe was now the main issue seeing  as everyone had different opinions.

I decided that I was going to have a wonderful time choosing something different for the entire family and I had us use the private jet to go to Paris.

We went through the islands and had a beautiful and romantic time with the children.

The nanny and butler had come with us as I needed some time alone with the children. I did not want to spend it with everyone, this was a honeymoon, the children would ruin everything for us.

At the dinner date I had brought her on, we walked through the beach, enjoying the shimmering waters which were blessed with the lights of the moon. I kissed her neck, holding her hand while digging my feet into the sand.

“This is beautiful,” she said, falling on the sand while I did the same.

We watched the water roar in the distance and become subtle while reaching the sand.

“I didn’t know I would be this happy,” I said. “I’ve always thought my life would be dry and empty. But with you in it, it’s brought so much meaning that I can’t imagine myself going back to my past again.”

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I sighed looking at the sea.

“What would have happened if you blackmailed me on time and maybe got what you wanted from me? Would you still have released the tapes?”

She thought for some time before nodding.

“The pain I felt that period was so much I doubted even God could help me overcome the hatred. I wanted everyone to pay for it. I wanted everyone to pay. I hated having to stay in a sad place while you all stayed happy.”

“But I wasn’t happy.”

“I didn’t know that and honestly, I didn’t care. You were going to pay for it somehow.”

I smiled.

“I love you,” I said. “The pain you felt, I understand it. Every part of it. Don’t you worry, I’m here to help you overcome whatever anger you’re feeling.”

She nodded before standing up. “Let’s go,” she said.

We entered the restaurant to be served our meal which was ready to eat.

It consisted of seafood and we tried everything on the menu. Lucky for us, we were not allergic to anything so it wasn’t bad to eat what we could see there.

We slept that night in our hotel room, awakening to the sun brimming in our window.

She walked to the bathroom to bath, emerging with her swimsuit which was covering the basics.

She was so hot I immediately got a boner staring at her.

“Are you coming?” she asked.

“Damn right I am!” I rushed into the bathroom to bathe before wearing my shorts and walking out with her.

We got a site on the beach as she ran around the beach with her goodies jiggling all over the place.

A man tried to flirt with her as I smiled outwardly while deep down I was maddened by this.

He tried touching her which she pulled away from him.

That was not enough for him as I decided to intervene.

I got to her, putting my arms around her as the man backed away seeing as he did not want any trouble.

We kissed and had a video call with the children who had been taken to Zendaya’s mothers house.

After that episode, I walked down some of the streets with her as I showed her some houses which were completed with others still under construction.

“Let’s go inside and see what we can steal,” I said running in as she ran with me.

“What are we doing?” she squealed with excitement as she took the plates and the glass cups we could find.

“Take what you can find,” I said, taking a tray and running into the bedroom to grab a pillow.

“We can’t be stealing from people like that,” she said but didn’t stop taking what she could find.

When we were done, we emerged from the room to see the butler standing before us with a glass of champagne in a tray.

“What is he doing here?” Zendaya asked as I laughed.

“I own the house and the houses down the street,” I laughed as she chased me around the building with what she had taken.

It was beautiful seeing as we were having fun instead of being on each other’s throats.

When we were tired, we fell into the bed, talking to each other in sultry tones. That was when I found it appropriate to tell her my fears.

“I might not get reelected,” I sighed.

“Why?”

“I’ve been having meetings with my team and they don’t think my chances are looking great. I might step down for someone better to take over.”

We stayed silent for a while staring at the ceiling. I was sure she had so much to say but didn’t know how to put it.

“I’m sorry,” she sighed.