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

On the day I had gotten on the plane and decided to leave everything behind, I had cried my eyes out. Since no one was going to be by my side I had prepared myself to leave them and start up my own life.

I had left my marriage, my family and my life – whatever was left of it anyway – and had traveled to a country far from my birth home.

Since I was unknown here and I had an opportunity to start over, I had taken it and decided to live a very low key life.

I had used the money I had saved up from my former workplace to start a new life. I was glad I had saved everything and not touched it. I had also invested the money when I was still with my contracted husband and when I went to withdraw it I could see that it had yielded me so much returns.

Searching for a new job in a place I was still new to was more difficult than I had thought.

It turned out everyone only wanted to give jobs to those who had history in the country and since I was a stranger I was not oven the jobs.

After being rejected by more than twenty companies, I finally got a part time job at a local factory.

It was supposed to be a part time job but they had worked me to the bone with overtime, which made me think that the factory had deceived me into working more than my pay.

I stood to my feet to look out of the window once again while the memories came flooding in.

I worked for days and days until my body which could not handle it anymore fell apart which had me fainting in the office.

I could remember waking up in the hospital and wondering how I had gotten there.

“Hello,” the doctor had said to me, getting me to look at the door when he entered. He was a young man but he was a doctor nonetheless. “How are you feeling?”

“I am okay doctor,” had been my response. Looking around the hospital I found that it was a local hospital. I had never been in a local hospital before since I was born privileged and married a president, and being in one had me laughing.

“I am glad we are smiling because I have good news and bad news,” the man had said, getting me out of my trance. “Which would you like to hear first?”

I had gotten enough bad news in my life, so good news would be great for me.

“I’d like to start with good news.”

“Awesome. Me too. The good news is that your babies are all doing well…”

I had not heard him well so before his voice drowned out I called his attention to what he had said.

“I’m sorry, I heard you saying babies, as in plural.”

“Yes, babies,” he repeated.

This had me chuckling. “I know this is my first time being pregnant and all but I’m sure that women only have one baby during birth.”

“Yes, women normally do, but you are carrying three children.”

This has come as a shock to me and I had not believed that this was true at first. He showed me the scans which had me shedding tears.

While the doctor went ahead to chide me for being careless and not taking responsibility for me and my babies, I had been in my feelings, crying at how beautiful the image was.

Having to know that I had three children had me getting more protective of the unborn children as I was hellbent on keeping them away from their father.

I had told myself that he did not deserve them. After all, he had told me to abort them.

While going home that day after the hospital visit, I could remember seeing my picture in a newspaper article. It was written that I was missing and I knew I had to remain under cover.

I found a ransom being issued for my return home and I was determined to stay away from all of them. They did not deserve me.

Deciding that staying the way I was would lead me to being caught early, I decided to change my appearance.

I had my hair cut and dyed from its natural blonde color to a dark shade. I also had my identity changed to remain unknown to the people looking for me.

I could remember my childbirth as if it was just yesterday. I had screamed through the pain which raged in my body until the three babies had popped out.

They had been my bundle of joy and looking at them made me understand that everything I was doing was for them and no one else.

As they grew and got to the age where they asked about their father, I decided it was time to cut the man out of their lives.

I had told them that the man didn’t love them and had tried to kill them which made them develop a hatred for the man.

When I had saved up enough money from my part time job, I decided to quit and start up my own business.

They had been sad to see me go but I knew I had to move on for the sake of my children. I was not going to be stagnant forever.

I opened up a bakery business with the money I had saved and watched it grow into this giant I was standing in today.

Here I was counting contracts and signing deals as well as saving companies from folding by buying shares. I was doing things I never thought would be possible for me.

I smiled while letting the morning sun hit me through the window. I was glad that I had taken that bold step. That step had saved my life and that of my children.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.