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

He refused to reply as he averted his gaze to the wall. He was not going to talk about it. I wondered why.

“How is your revenge plan going?” he asked, trying to push me away from the main question I had asked. “I hope it’s going well.”

“Yes,” I said but I was not done with the question. I still wanted to satisfy my curiosity. “What was that about? Why did you grunt that way? Is anything the matter?”

I was worried about him and I wanted to find out what the problem was.

He showed up late at night, reeking of alcohol and being grumpy. Something was up.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he said. “I’m fine. If you’re worried about my drinking then you should know that it was a couple of drinks. Nothing major since I drove back home in one piece.”

He was deflecting my questions even more.

“Come on,” I said, going to a couch to sit on. “I want to know what’s up. I want to know what the problem is.”

He seemed to succumb into my question as he finally decided to answer.

“Since you’ve been asking and won’t let up,” he sat up, dropping his suitcase aside. “Hanging out with Rowan as usual isn’t easy. Well, he let out some comments this evening and I was just overthinking that’s all.”

“What’s the comment he made?” I asked. I wanted to know. I already knew he didn’t like me and I didn’t like him, I could at least know what he had to say.

He sighed looking at the ceiling. It was almost like he was tired of talking to me.

“We don’t need to talk about this,” he muttered.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“I want to know what he said babe, that’s all,” I said in a calm manner to not frustrate him.

“He mentioned that there is a possibility that the father of the kids could come back,” he blurted. “That he might come to claim the children and I would not have any say about it. I mean he said it over and over again until it started to hurt and it made me really think about it.”

I was shocked by this but I didn’t know when I started to laugh about what he had said.

I bawled out laughing while leaning back in my seat. This had to be the funniest thing I had heard of today.

“What’s funny?” he asked with widened eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” I apologized. “It’s what you said that is funny.”

“I don’t understand how what I said is a joke.”

“Fine,” I sighed, ready to explain what I meant to him. “Since you insist, I’ll explain it so you’d get it. Now there is no way that I would ever let Asher close to those children. Unless it served the revenge plan better than I would need it to, other than that, I’m not doing it.

“I need my children safe and away from that psychopath.”

“I don’t want you getting close to him,” he said. “I know you want your plan to work but you getting close to him just for the sake of revenge makes my blood ick. I don’t want you kissing or having sex with him just for a revenge plan.

“That is cheating and I don’t want it. It’s wrong in my book and if you do that then there are lines you’re crossing. You can hug him, that’s fine, but no sex and no kissing.”

“I am willing to do whatever it takes to destroy him.”

“Including having sex with the man you claim to hate?”

“I don’t claim to hate him, I hate him.”

“But here you are thinking of having sex with him just to prove a point.”

“I said I’d do whatever it takes.”

He didn’t like that response for he rolled his eyes leaning forward with his legs tapping on the floor incessantly.

“I don’t like another man touching you,” he finally said after a few minutes of silence. “I don’t like another man touching what’s mine.”

“How about we talk about this when you’re not drunk?” I said to my feet as an explosive sound reverberated through the entire apartment.

I turned in shock to see his palm on the table.

“What the hell was that?” I said in a whisper. “You could have woken the kids.”

“I want to talk about it now,” he insisted. “I didn’t want to talk about it before but you brought this up and now you’re telling me you don’t want to talk about it. That sounds cruel. I’m ready now and like I said I’m not that drunk. I just had a few drinks.”

“You’re behaving like a drunken teenager right now. I am not having this conversation with you right now and that is my final decision.”

I got up to leave, tired of his loud voice as I proceeded to walk into my room.

“Zen,” he stood up, holding my arm as he stopped me from going. “I’m sorry.”

He stood up to kiss me and be romantic but I was not having it. He was stopping me from leaving after getting me upset. He knew I had a plan and he was supposed to be on my side yet he was not.

Slowly pushing against his body I shook my head, “I’m not in the mood for this.”

I walked away from him as he held me back again.

“Come on baby,” he said, kissing my cheek. He was trying to be romantic but my mood had already been ruined.

“Goodnight Travis,” I sighed. “I’ve got a stomach bug so can we do this some other time?”

I said, leaving him as I entered my room and closed the door. I was going straight to bed.

Whatever his problem was, I wanted him to take care of it before morning. I did not want to wake up to that kind of energy. It was too excessive.