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

Zendaya’s POV

When I awoke again, I found the strange man to be at the door talking to a doctor. He seemed worried and from time to time he would give a fit with the doctor calming him down.

If he was the president, then didn’t he have a country to run? What was he doing by my bedside?

I found his attitude to be weird. Why was he really hellbent on getting me out of bed?

“She’s awake,” the doctor whispered to him, which I heard as they walked to me. “Hello miss Zendaya. How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay,” I sighed. “A bit tired but I think I’ll survive.”

I looked to Asher who had his eyes fixed on me. The doctor recalled his staff in the room as they all exited leaving us alone.

“How are you?” he asked the minute everyone had gone. Why was everyone not leaving with this man? Who was he? He was creeping me out.

“I think I’m fine,” was my reply but I was clearly not fine with him around. I wanted him gone.

“Do you remember anything from yesterday?”

“I already told you and the other people, I don’t know anything. Why are you all still bothering me?”

“Relax, I’m not here to hurt you. I just wanted some answers.”

He was a stranger to me. He wasn’t a cop or a detective but the president. It was not his job to know what I was doing yesterday or who I was with, or how I had even ended up here anyway. I did not know anything about myself except my name. This sucked.

“Your children miss you,” he said as I looked at him with widened eyes.

“My what?!” I could not hide my shock when he said that.

“Yeah, the doctor said I should not say anything but he’s not around and it’s just between the two of us anyway.”

“I have children,” I repeated as that was the only thing which rounded in my head. How? Why? When?

“Yes, three in fact. Beautiful buggers they are.”

“Three?” This changed things. “And who is the father?”

He looked at me with sad eyes, that was when I got the answer I was looking for. He was the father.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“It saddens me that I have to be the one to tell you that I am the father when you are to remember it. I hate this. I hate this so much. I hope you can at least remember something. That would help in finding who had done this to you. Please Zendaya remember.”

I thought deeply about my past trying to remember something, but it was bleak. All I could remember was a gunshot and that was the end. At least it was progress. Before I could not remember anything.

A knock on the door had us looking at it as two officers entered the room. They shook hands with the president before one of them came to me. He asked me random questions to which I answered none.

I had no recollection of anything. I didn’t know who I was so it was pointless answering their questions.

I did tell them about the last thing I heard and they were excited about this, seeing it as progress.

I watched them get a chart of guns and told me to listen to the sound of guns but even that did not do anything but terrify me.

I had to relive being shot. That did not bode well with the doctors who asked for them to leave which they begrudgingly did.

At least I could remember that I had been shot, I thought to myself with a smile. Things were looking up for me.

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Delia’s POV

I woke up that morning in my boyfriend’s arms to see the sun brimming in from his window. It was a shack but it was better sleeping here than in Iris’s place or my fathers prison.

My phone buzzed as I picked it up to see the headline which said that Zendaya had been found.

Of course she had to be found, that was the goal, however, I found out that she was also alive. Now this was not what I needed.

I jumped up in anger looking back at Marcus who was still sleeping. Did he think he was cute after screwing up?

My palm met his face with a thunderous smack as he jumped up with a confused look, holding the side of his face.

“Look!” I held the phone to his face which had him enraged.

“Was that why you hit me?!”

“Yes!” I yelled to my face. “Yes, that was why I hit you because tell me why you would screw it up.”

“What the fuck are you even talking about? You were the one with the gun. You were the one who shot her. How am I the one paying for the crimes? Are you dense in the head?”

“Oh don’t you shift the blame.”

“I am not shifting the blame. You had the gun and you failed to kill her well. That is not my fault. Whatever you did, that was on you. Not on me. So if you couldn’t kill her then that’s your fault.”

Now I did not know what to do. I was screwed if she remembered my face. She would come for us.

“You know if she remembers who we are she is going to come for us,” I noted as he paced around the room with his hands on his head.

“You should have tortured her with masks on. Now after killing her you could not even do it well. You are the worst hitman on this planet. How can you fail at this? Did you even collect any money from Asher?”

“I did what I did to Asher, leave him out of this. I’m talking about her. She’s still alive. You have to finish this.”

“This is obviously your plan so I suggest that you finish it.”