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

Delia’s POV

“What?!” I yelled. “You’re the man here and not me. You should find a way to finish this up.”

“Well that’s your problem. They don’t know me but she definitely knows you. That’s why you are the one taking the rap for it and not me.”

He looked around and started to fly around packing up his things and dragging his box. Now this was alarming watching him do.

“What are you doing?” I asked. “What are you packing your things up for?”

“I am fleeing the country and abandoning you.”

“What do you mean? I thought you said you loved me.”

“That was before I knew what kind of crazy psycho bitch you turned into. I don’t even know what to say about you right now. It’s almost like you don’t care about anyone but yourself. Have you seen what you are? Look in the mirror and you’ll see how dangerous you’ve become.

“You don’t care about anyone but yourself. It’s always about you and what you can do and can’t do. You make up plans that can put others into trouble. Now I see why your father locked you in his house and your friend locked you out. You are a menace to society.”

He hurt me with those words. I had told him about me and my life not because I wanted him to use it against me but because I trusted and loved him.

Why would he do that to me?

“Help me clear this…”

But he did not want to hear anything.

“You should stay and clean it up. This is clearly your problem. I was living fine without you.

“You showed up, chased all the women I was seeing and placed yourself as the main woman and now you made me an accessory to murder, but not only it, you couldn’t even kill the woman I had hired people to kidnap for you.

“Did you even collect a ransom for her? No you did not. Did you kill her? No you did not. You are useless then. And I retreat knowing you. I can’t believe I once dated someone like you.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“This was not going to end well for me and I knew it yet I stayed because I thought this time would be different. Well it was different. You turned mad.

“Now get out of my way so I can pack my things and get out of here before the cops start looking for you. I’m leaving this country and leaving you behind. Asher dodged a bullet by going for someone else. I think I’ll do the same and leave.”

“You’re a wimp. You’re a stupid man!” I yelled at the top of my voice. “No woman would ever want to be with a fool like you who can’t protect her.”

He laughed. “I never told you I was a superhero. Leave me the fuck alone. You know, I had hope that you would come back to me and actually love me, but it’s very clear you wanted a minion.

“I am not your minion so how about you go back to whatever you were doing before you met me. Go back to your revenge plan and draw it with someone else because that person isn’t me.

“You are irredeemable and I wish you would get caught by the police and sent to the deepest darkest hole in the middle of the earth. You don’t deserve anyone. You should probably leave before they find you.”

He finished packing and ran out of the room as he banged the door, got into his car and drove off.

Now I was left without anyone by my side.

It was not totally true. There was Iris. I decided that I was going to grovel back to her. I was not going to last a second without her.

I drove to her place silently praying that she would forgive me.

Walking to the front door had me shivering with fear of rejection.

I got there to open it as usual but it was locked. I was not used to knocking on people’s doors but I had to behave like a normal person if I was going to have her by my side.

She was my only connection at this point. I knocked and it opened with Iris about closing the door as I placed my hand between it to halt her from doing so.

“What do you want?” she rolled her eyes looking away from me.

“Can’t we start over?” I smiled as she proceeded to close the door. I placed my hand again to halt the door from slamming as she held back. “Please! I’m sorry, okay. But right now you’re all I have.”

I sighed, cleaning my tears with my cries getting uglier by the minute.

“I messed up and I’m here asking for another chance. But I want my best friend back. I can’t do anything without you. I’ve been going back to Marcus…”

She heard that and flipped. “Is Marcus not your ex boyfriend?”

“He is,” I sniffed.

“Why would you go back to him? Couldn’t you find someone better?”

“I wanted company and he was available.”

“He’s always available,” she laughed.

She forgave me and we hugged before taking me into her house.

While I stayed there, I asked for information about Zendaya but I refused to tell her what I had done. I didn’t want her to imagine me as a killer. That would be a terrible thing to do.

She got me more information from the hospital and told me that Zendaya was still alive but she could barely remember a thing. This was a relief for me seeing as if she remembered something then I would be screwed.

“Wait, who told you this?” I asked.

“My friend who works at the hospital as a nurse. She said that Zendaya got messed up bad. Whoever did that must really hate her as much as you do.”

We laughed about this.