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

Zendaya’s POV

While I worked on my laptop, sending files to my assistant and chatting with her on the progress of my company, I got a message from my mother.

It was an email which I did not want to open but it dangled aimlessly at the top of my screen becoming a bother.

I left the chat I was having to attend to the email.

Opening it would be a mistake I told myself while I hovered over the email with my mouse. I was afraid to click on it and read what it had.

“You can do this,” I sighed. I was ready for the usual messaging and I opened it to be shocked that this one was quite different from the others.

‘Hello Zen, how are you doing? I know this is going to come off as weird or something but I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for what has happened between us in the past.

‘This was all my fault and I take full responsibility. I understand now the reason for why you hate me so much. But I do wish you can forgive me. You and Aurora are all I have. You are both my daughters and I don’t want to lose you two.

‘The reason I did all I did in the past was for you two. To give you both a future but I didn’t know that I was only damaging the relationship between us. I apologize for my past mistake and if I could change time I would have changed all that transpired between us.

‘Once again, I apologize for being a terrible person and I ask for your forgiveness. I would love for us to meet up and talk about us and what we’ve been doing for the last few years but I would understand if you would not want to talk.’

The email ended there but not without giving me a weird feeling. Why was it so? This was the reason I hated going through my mothers messages. It made me feel a certain way inside. I hated it.

I was conflicted on what to say or do. I didn’t know if u could trust my mother again, not after what happened the last time where she had sold me off and refused to help me through my tough times.

I hated her for it and even though she was my mother it didn’t give her the right to treat me like that.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

The last time we had interacted was in Aurora’s apartment. Seeing her there had made me realize how much I didn’t care about her, but her email now made things more difficult.

I could survive without her, why was she not letting me be on my own. She was making things harder for me.

My heart was torn in two. If I let her into my heart and she had not changed, she could break me again, but if I didn’t let her in and she had truly changed, then I would have destroyed a relationship with my mother.

“What do I do?” I groaned, closing my laptop to drop it aside before pacing around the room.

A solution had to show up at this moment. And that it did. I was going to try to reconcile with her. It was worth a shot. She wanted to be close to me, I could do that with her. It was going to be better than not doing anything.

At least I could see if she had changed over the years or gotten worse. Whatever it was, I was sure I would get to the bottom of it.

I started to think of what to reply to her just as my phone rang. It was Asher.

“Hey,” I smiled. This was the break I needed and he was giving it to me.

I walked out of the room and into the living room to see him scrolling through his tablet. He looked up and smiled at me.

“Hey,” he said. “So I was thinking about the triplets’ birthdays and I have no idea what they would like. I just know they like toys and that’s it. What do they like?”

He was racking his brain to come up with the best birthday presents for them. He wanted them to have the best day with him. I could only laugh at him and smile at how he was trying his absolute best.

“You should relax,” I laughed. “You don’t have to destroy every brain cell in your body, just get what you feel they’ll like.”

I settled into a seat opposite him as we brainstormed on what the children would need.

There were so many ideas and we finally decided on a few toys here and there which we wrote down.

“Are you sure they’ll love this?” he asked, biting his lips as he was taking this seriously.

“Whatever you give them, they will love,” he smiled.

***

The next day, which was the triplets’ birthday, was an amazing day for them. From the bed, they were woken with music and cheers before being led to the living room to open the presents they had there.

We watched movies together in the cinema room as the children got out the movies they wanted over and over again.

Since it was their day I let them have their fun.

We also ate ice cream, yogurt and played with them making it a special day for them.

I could not believe they had grown to add another year to their years. They were no longer five but six now.

All I could do was stare at them with joy.

“You did a fine job with them,” Asher said beside me as we watched the children run around and play in the pool.

“It was a hard couple of years but I’m glad it turned out great. It was worth it in the end.”

That was all I could say. Layla fell into the pool as Asher ran after the child.