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

Zendaya’s POV

I was in the kitchen cooking when the door opened up with the three children getting into the apartment.

My bundles of joy entered the kitchen with a shout as they all started to talk at once.

“Alright you three, settle down,” I laughed. “Luca, Landon, you two should let your sister talk first. Layla, you may proceed.”

Layla, who was the only female in the midst of the boys, cried out with disappointment. “Why are you using our real names?! You said we’d take the names from our favorite television show.”

“What names are you talking about, dear?” I asked with a smile.

“The names from Mr Yonda. Paul, Tim and Ashley. I was supposed to be Ashley, Luca was supposed to be Paul and Landon was supposed to be Tim.”Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

I sighed. I had promised to not mention their real names whether in public or in private. But due to the chaos which had been happening recently, I had forgotten all about it and had been calling them by their real names recently.

They did not seem to like it.

“I’ll start later, baby, as for now, you just came back from school. Do you really want to fight with mummy over a few names that are not really yours?”

She heaved a sigh of dismay before nodding. “You’re right. I’ll just go to my room and change anyway.”

I watched the three of them run to their rooms to change just as a knock came on the door.

I walked to open it only to find the news boy going from room to room, knocking and giving off the newspapers to everyone around.

“Thank you,” I smiled while taking the paper as I walked to the living room to sit and read what was written in it.

The newspaper still had news from the last day on it. The scandal was the only thing which splashed over the front page. I smiled at this. They should thank me. I had given them a popularity boost. Their ratings would be through the roof by the time I would be done with them.

I knew Blair had always wanted to be popular. This would be an answer to her prayers. She would have that popular support from people around. Who knows, she could have calls from the sex industry to come work with her.

The children entered into the living room with their toys to play as I watched them with a smile on their face.

These were my bundle of joy and I would never trade them for anything in the world. I was going to burn all my enemies to create a safe avenue for them.

I did not care about my past acquaintances, it could burn for all I care. I was going to move forward and create a safe space for these three children.

Picking up my phone I found out Alexander’s PR team had made a post about the issue on social media. It was just as I had forced him to do but an answer was better than no answer.

While reading through the post, I felt a sense of triumph, leaning back in my seat with a smirk. I was victorious.

This would be a huge stain on Alexander and his family’s reputation. Now everyone would see the apology and know he did it. Now he could not deny it or I would keep to my threats. I would release everything I knew on him and make him suffer.

“Hey, kids,” I called the three of them. “Do you guys want to go out for ice cream?”

“Yay!” They all screamed in happiness as I jumped to my feet. “Alright, now let’s go and get dressed.”

“No,” Layla said to me. “You should go and get dressed. Me and the boys have our ice cream clothes to wear. You shouldn’t worry about us. We are grown people now.”

I heard this and fell back laughing as I obeyed their words and started for my room.

It was funny hearing that from my five year old daughter but I would heed her words.

Within minutes, I changed and was at the front door with the children who had surprisingly worn the right clothes for the ice cream outing.

We headed for the garage where the driver was waiting for us, but this was a time to celebrate with my children over my victory and I wanted to celebrate with them alone.

Driving the car, I headed for a park where I parked and watched them play with the other kids there. I got them ice cream while they had so much fun as I smiled in space at my victory.

I decided that I had earned a few hours off social media as I decided to play with my children and focus on them with no need for distractions.

We had so much fun for hours until I could see the evening sun setting. This notified me that it was time to call it a day and get the kids home.

When we arrived at the apartment, I opened the door to let the kids in only to find a worried Travis pacing around the living room.

“Hey, kids, go to your room,” I smiled at them as they did so. “Why are you shaking?”

“I’ve been calling you for a while now and you haven’t been answering. I got worried.”

“Sorry about that. I wanted to go off the media for a while and focus on the kids at the park.”

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Blair’s POV

On my way home I found out that Alexander’s team had released an official statement without letting me know first.

This had me zipping down the street as I parked recklessly in the garage, running up the stairs to meet him.

I entered the apartment to see him sitting on the couch with his head in his hands.

“Yo! What the hell is wrong with you?!” I yelled when I entered the apartment.