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

Looking at the children sad about something had me wondering if they had gotten hurt while in school.

“Hey, did anyone hurt you?” I asked, getting defensive. “Tell me and I will beat them myself.”

They all shook their heads in unison as the suspense started to kill me.

“Then what is it?” I asked impatiently. “What is the matter with you? Why are you so sad?”

Landon inhaled in his childish manner which sometimes I found hilarious how he tried to behave like an adult while he was only a child. He was the most outspoken during times like this.

“Is the president our father?” he piped up begging me to widen my eyes in shock. I had not expected that to be his question or answer. “Is he the one who does not want us?”

I froze up after that question hit me with my brain trying to figure out a better answer for him.

Why would he ask me that question? What had happened while he had been in school? Was that how they all felt and was that what was making them unhappy?

I started to think that maybe coming to the states was a bad idea.

I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, “Why are you asking that Landon? That’s silly.”

But they were not having it.

“The president visited our school today,” he went on as I closed my eyes in anger.

That bastard. The one place I had thought he would not be in and he had somehow managed to track me there.

No, maybe I was overthinking things. I needed to calm down and hear what the kids had to say.

“Sometimes, it is normal for the president of the country to visit schools,” I smiled. “Do you remember when the president of the former country visited you back home?”

“I do remember, but none of the teachers said that we looked like the president. Over here everyone kept talking about it.”

I shook my head. “You have to understand that it must have been a misunderstanding. It’s not really something you should stress over. Look at me for example, I look like Travis.”

“No you don’t,” Luca, who had been silent from the beginning of the conversation till now, said.

My knees started to hurt as I was still on my haunches.

Standing to my feet, I opened the car for them to get in before sitting in the driver’s seat.

“Relax children, it’s nothing to worry about. People make mistakes all the time. You do not look like the president,” I smiled at them even when they were not buying my lies.

“The teachers kept saying it mum,” Layla joined in with her tiny voice. “They kept on talking about it to the point… to the point that the president heard it and came to us.”

“He came to you?!” I said gritting my teeth in anger. “What did he say?”

“Well,” Landon replied. “He called us out and asked who our mother was.”

“Did you tell him?”

“No we did not,” he smiled. “Just like you said we shouldn’t.”

“That is good,” I smiled, turning to look at the windshield.

I was angry but I had to put on a happy face to not scare the children.

“See?” I laughed. “If he really was your father he would have asked for me to be present or something like that. In fact, he would have wanted to meet up with me. He didn’t, so that’s proof enough that he isn’t your father.”

“But you said he did not want us,” retorted the child.

“If your real father who didn’t want you knew you were here he would want to take you,” I smiled, touching his cheek. “Trust me. You all are the cutest in that class. Anyway, enough about this talk, who wants to watch Mr Yonda!”

They cheered, forgetting the events which had happened as I drove them home.

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I had prepared a bottle of champagne for her and shown up early from work so I would surprise her. I was going to celebrate her victory even when she would not tell me about it.

The door opened just as I got out two glasses as the children ran inside to hug me before running into their rooms.

One look at her and I could see how sad she was. This notified me that something was going on and I wanted to know what it was.

“Are you okay, love?” I asked her when she entered the apartment.

“I need an alone time,” she said. I opened my arms to hug her but she didn’t notice but instead brushed against me on her way to her room.

This was disturbing to see. Following her into the room I saw her plop into the bed to remove her shoes.

“Care to tell me what is going on?” I asked, leaning against the doorframe with my arms folded.

“Nothing is going on,” she sighed. “I’m just tired.”

“Are you sick? I can call up the doctor if you are.”

“Travis, I’d like to be alone for now.”

I was not going to leave her like this but I had to find out what the problem was. I nodded, leaving her room as I headed for the children’s room to see them playing with their toys.

“Hey, so are you guys going to tell me what’s wrong with your mother?” I asked in a light way.

“She’s fine,” Landon replied while tossing his ball into the air.

“Are you sure?” I insisted. “Because mummy looks like she’s sick.”

“Maybe it’s because we told her that the president visited,” Layla noted. “I don’t think she likes him very much.”

“Or maybe it’s because the teachers said we look like him,” Luca added. “We told her that part too.”

This was news to me and I was going to confront Zendaya for hiding this truth from me.

“Thanks kids,” I smiled before leaving the room to get into her room.