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

Asher’s POV

It has been more than a year since I last won the election and my children had celebrated their seventh birthday. It was a great time for everyone and I wanted to have a different experience with them.

Our days at home had been the same thing. From home to school for the children and for me and Zendaya, it was mostly from home to work and back again.

We needed some time to relax and enjoy ourselves. That was when I planned a vacation for all of us. We would go to a beach resort and spend a few days there.

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I didn’t see any problem with this but after continuous complaints I decided to go into their room to see what was going on.

I entered their rooms to see them acting innocently and wondered if she was okay for accusing the children falsely.

“Are you calling me a liar?!” she yelled that night but I shook my head.

“No, I wouldn’t dream of it, but I do think you should review yourself before you call the children out. I haven’t seen anything suspicious in their behavior.”

“They always pretend when you show up, that’s why. They do the same thing to me but I can see that something isn’t right. They are hiding something and I’m going to find out what it is.”

I could not argue with her as she was their mother and I had heard that mothers were closer to their children than fathers.

I was only here to support her in whatever decision she would take.

The next day, I decided to ask the children some questions, so I called them all and sat them down in front of me.

“What is wrong with you three?” I asked with stern words. “Speak up.”

“Everything is fine dad,” they said to me and that was when I noticed that nothing was fine. The children never said that everything was fine. There was always a complaint from their angle.

I entered the room to see Zendaya packing for the trip and she saw the frantic look on my face.

“Okay there is something wrong with those children,” I said as she laughed.

“See?!” She said with an amused look on her face. “I told you so.”

“Alright, I’ve accepted, now what do we do?”

“First things first, we are going on a trip today so how about we pack and head to the beach. While there we can figure out what to do to the children.”

I accepted and we packed our things for the trip. We also helped the children pack their clothes.

On the ride to the airport, I couldn’t help but squint my eyes at the children trying to notice any subtle hints that would tell me what I was missing.

The airport ride was another thing entirely as while they slept in their seats, I checked their pockets for anything dangerous or suspicious that would tell me what I was looking for.

They were not helping me here. I needed them to tell me what was going on but since they would not say anything I would handle this myself.

“Did you find anything?” Zendaya asked by the doe of the cabin as I shook my head.

“Nothing,” I sighed. “They might be smarter than we thought.”

We went back to our seats thinking of so many things. Were our children being bullied and we didn’t know about it?

If they refused to tell us, we would find out too late and that would ruin the perfect family we had been trying to build for years. I was not going to allow it.

We got to the beach house and slept for the trip had been a long one. The next day, we were on the beach, having the best time of our lives with all suspicions forgotten.

While the children played on the sand, building sandcastles, I flirted with my wife and we kissed from time to time.

Suddenly we heard a scream as one of the triplets seemed to get into an accident.

We looked at the end of the beach to fold the children with Landon on the ground.

Jumping into action, I rushed the child to the hospital with Zendaya and the other children following suit.

After a few minutes of diagnoses, the doctor let his nurses take care of the issues while he talked to us.

“It’s just a sprain, you both shouldn’t worry so much about it.”

Zendaya sobbed when the doctor walked away as we went back to sit on the chairs.

“It’s all my fault for turning a blind eye,” she sobbed.

“No,” I said. “I was there too. This is my fault.”

“How could we have missed it? Are we terrible parents?” She broke down even more.

“Zendaya, relax,” I sighed. “You make it seem like having a sprain is a bad thing. He’s a child, sooner or later, he would have wounded himself so don’t worry so much about it.”

That was my way of comforting her. I didn’t want her to be upset.

“I’ll stay and watch him, you should go and join the others,” she said as I nodded.

I watched her get into the ward as I walked to the waiting room where the children were and that was when I heard something interesting.

They whispered as they didn’t want me or anyone to know about it but it was too late. I had caught them red handed.

Jumping out of my hiding spot, they shivered to their feet, staring at me with widened eyes, but I did not break my gaze from them.

“Now why don’t you repeat what you said earlier,” I said to the children in a cold voice.

Whether they liked it or not, they were going to tell me what they were hiding and I was going to get to the bottom of this.