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

Asher’s POV

After a few weeks of having one of the best honeymoon of our lives, we returned and reunited with the triplets who were already waiting at home for us and they were happy to see us.

They had so much fun in their grandparents house that I could not do anything but smile at how happy they were.

I excused myself from time to time to deal with my campaign team who were calling to notify me on the plans we would put in place for the election.

Ever since Zendaya brought up those plans to help me win the election, I had seen her as an important part of my life. She wanted me to win and she didn’t want anything to happen to my plans.

I was extremely excited for how everything would turn out to be. I had given the plans to my team and they had been wowed by the plans. They had seen it working already and when we ran a simulation we found out that it was higher than other opponents trials by far.

“So we’re going with it,” I had said to them during the video call as they accepted.

Now we were back, it was time to go through the campaign trail with Zendaya by my side.

She also has her family join in as my supporters and they did their best to support me.

From the airport, I could already see my pictures and banners all over the place with my slogan. It made me tear up that this was all my wife’s doing.

Marrying the right woman has given me so much hope for the future and I was happy she had been the right woman for me. I started to think about Delia and suddenly knew that there was no way she would have done something like this for me.

Delia would instead stay at home and paint her nails. That was the difference between Delia and Zendaya. Even during the honeymoon, Zendaya had been working. She had been talking to the teams with me and bringing out solutions to help us counter the other team.

It had been a word battle between all of us and she had earned the nickname, girl boss.

She rightfully earned the name because she had done so much for me and I was proud to have her by my side.

A few days later, she printed out more than a thousand clothes with my name and face on it as she shared it to the workers in the house and even her family members. She then gave everyone fliers as we went out into the streets to share with people.

Day one didn’t go as we expected but we were going to regroup and go out stronger the next day. We entered the house, tired that day as we stripped down to our underwear and slept without doing anything.

The next morning, we were awoken with calls from our teams at how people were gathering and rallying in our favor.

We dressed up and started for the next day as we were ready to go for a bigger group this time.

We went around the streets, getting food and sharing it out. Of course not everyone accepted us but we went to different stores to donate what we could.

It went well and before I knew it, we were making headlines. I saw our pills move from twenty two percent to twenty five percent.

This percentage had everyone in our group jumping for joy.

After the rally, I took Zendaya to the meeting as she sat down with me. She was now a part of our group.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Everyone loved her for who she was. Everyone except the calling manager who had other ideas on how the campaign was supposed to go.

“What is the problem?” he asked Zendaya who rolled her eyes at him. “My idea is better and I’m the best campaign manager out there.”

“Your ideas suck,” she said as everyone around the table gasped. No one talked to him like that but apparently, he had not met the First Lady.

“Excuse me?” He was not expecting that kind of response from her.

“Let’s be honest here, James. If we use what you’re telling us to do, we’ll lose more than half our supporters. Not everything is about sharing money. We need to gain supporters and not lose them.”

“And what better way to do that than gain supporters by paying them to join us.”

“Incase you haven’t seen the laws already, that is bribery. You can’t bribe the citizens.”

“Our opponents are doing it already.”

“We are not them. I don’t care who is giving people money, we are not using the tax money of our people to pay people to support us. This is a fair fight. Paying people to follow you is stupid. You do know they can collect your money and still not vote for you. Do you know how stupid that would be?

“My husband is not paying anybody. If they don’t want to vote for him then that’s fine. I’m not a fan of this bribery thing anymore. It’s stupid. Your idea is stupid. Sharing food is better. People out there are hungry and you are here talking about sharing money like we’re a bank.”

“We are not a charity home. That food you share cost money. You might as well give them the money.”

“Some of the people would prefer using that money for drugs. How about you give them food? Good food. They’ll thank you for it.”

At the end of the meeting, he met me to tell me that she was very opinionated but I agreed with Zendaya’s plan. She had boosted my ratings up so I would believe her better than I would do for him.

We got home that day to see the children sprawled out on our bed sleeping.

We exchanged glances and smiled at our peaceful home.