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

Asher’s POV

I didn’t know why she was wobbling around but I thought it was weird.

“Are you okay?” I asked her as she smiled at me before falling into my arms. That was when I knew it was a serious issue.

“Zen!” I yelled just as the butler ran outside to meet me. “Call the ambulance!” I yelled getting the man to run into the house to call them.

I didn’t know what to do as I knew the ambulance would take so much time.

I noticed a little blood from her lips and I knew if I waited any longer it could get into something more serious.

Taking her up, I ran for the available car, dropping her in the passenger’s seat while buckling her up.

“Sir…” the butler ran out but I was already in my car, driving out of the open gate.

I sped along the empty road putting on my siren.

It was a presidential car and when I hit the highway, the entire police cars around followed me behind with some overtaking to clear the way for me.

I reached the hospital in time, the officers helping me take her into a ward with the nurses and doctors jumping to help her.

“Is she going to be okay?” I asked a doctor who was still very much focused on helping her recover.

“We will run some tests and see what the cause of bleeding is,” he said.

While waiting for everything to be resolved, I started to think back on anything that would warrant such a thing. She had been with me and her sister. There was no way her sister could have been the culprit here.

I could not blame her as she was trying to help her sister get better.

Maybe her body was having a bad time after that kidnapping episode. I don’t know. My head wasn’t at peace. Why could I not have her in one piece even if it was for a day?

It was her birthday and she was still going through a lot. Who wanted her dead? What had she done to deserve this?

I swore to myself that if anyone around was found guilty, I would tear them to pieces using the law.

I could do whatever I wanted and no one would stop me from making that person disappear from the face of the earth.

I gave the doctors my statement before they showed up later to confirm that it was food poisoning.

“What do you mean it’s food poisoning?” I asked in shock. Everything we had eaten in the house had been cooked by me and the children. The rest of the day had been spent outside the house where she had been eating random food with her sister.

I called Aurora and she told me she was fine. Then it could not be her.

“Wait, did anything happen to zen?” she asked in panic. “Is she alright?”

“Yes, she is alright but she has food poisoning. I had to take her to the hospital.”

“Oh my god. I just left her a few hours ago. Do you think she’s a target? I ate the same thing she did.”

“I know, that’s what the doctors are still looking into.”

We spoke for sometime before the doctor came with more tests.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“What was the last thing she ate?” I was asked as I said it was a cake.

“I took some residue from her clothes to test and I found a few poison samples in it. I think we need more samples so we can confirm that the cake was poisoned. If that is done then we’ll know the next step.”

I sent some officers to go home and investigate the cake for them to find out that it was poisoned. The cake had been poisoned. If she had eaten more she would have died.

Now I was mad at the bakery for poisoning my food.

“She’s stable but I think you should investigate that bakery,” the doctor said to me. “It’s very uncommon for a bakery to want to poison people.”

“Can’t this be a mistake?” I was confused on why a bakery would want her dead.

“This poison is one of the most lethal ones in the market. This was purposely put.

I went with the police officers that night to the house of the baker to harass him for what he had done.

“The cake,” I said while sitting on the couch. “Did you poison it?”

He didn’t say anything which told me that he had something to do with the cake. I could not hold myself as I grabbed his glass table and shattered it across the wall.

“Did you poison my cake?!” I yelled even more as he nodded in fear seeing more officers entering the room.

Outside there were more than a dozen police officers making sure that there was no external intervention.

“Who paid you to do it?” I asked. Of course I already suspected Delia so I wasn’t shocked when he said it was Iris.

It turned out he knew Iris for a long time and they had been friends. He had been trying to be in a relationship with her but it had not worked as she did not want him.

She then brought up a favor and said that if he could poison the cake then he would have a shot at dating him.

I was sick to the stomach hearing this.

“You are a sick man,” I said to my feet. “I hope you love jail, because that is where you will be baking from now on.”

He pleaded just as the officer dragged him out of the room.

I roamed around in anger, punching everything I could see. Because of his sexual fantasies he had almost killed Zendaya.

“What do you want to do?” An inspector asked as I had a lot of things I wanted done.

“Come with me,” I said before leaving the house and getting into my car.