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

Zendaya’s POV

Bang! I heard the gun explode as I closed my eyes expecting to feel that pain I had felt that night.

This time I was sure she would not miss. She had come on the day that was supposed to be the happiest day of my life to kill me. She was not here to celebrate with me but to cut it short.

All I could do was get ready to feel it slip into me and cut my life short. I could not fight with the feeling of pain I would feel leaving this world. Maybe I would not feel anything.

Maybe it would be fast and brief. I would die anyway and no one would miss me after a few years. My children were still too little to remember me if I was killed now.

All these thoughts ravaged my head as I felt someone shove me out of the way violently with everyone screaming my name.

This was it, I thought as I fell to the ground.

I fell to the ground sliding to hit a pew before looking up and seeing Asher standing where I had been.

The back of his suit was beginning to spread with red as he staggered to keep his composure while standing up.

No. He had been shot.

“Asher!” I screamed, the entire venue being silent, my voice echoing through the venue.

Watching him collapse on the ground with a thud shuddered me to my feet. I rushed to hold him steady, seeing the bullet wound in his chest.

Before Delia could shoot again, a police officer punched her across the cheeks while grabbing her gun. They pushed her to the ground, placing cuffs on her.

I tore through his shirt as he tried to hold my arm but I refused to listen.

“No, no,” I cried, cleaning the tears while trying to stop the bleeding as he grunted.

“I’m not dying zen,” he said. “It was only an arm shot. I’m fine.”

What was he talking about? I could clearly see the blood on his chest and his back. This was more than an arm shot.

He sat up, tearing through his shirt to reveal that his chest was fine but his arm had been shot. The bullet went through and the blood had filled up his clothing. It was deceiving to see that I had almost lost him.

I hugged him as he winced in pain before a doctor came to make sure he was okay.

The bullet has gone straight through so he was out of the danger zone according to the doctor.

“So he’s going to be fine?” I asked as the man nodded.

“It’s almost like a graze but deeper. Don’t you worry. He’ll heal in no time.”

I sighed a little at the moment that had almost been his last or was it my last.

If he had not pushed me out of there it would have been the end for me.

She had been out for blood.

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Delia’s POV

After the incident at the wedding venue where I had failed to kill her. I was taken to the police station where I was dropped in a cell.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

I cleaned my cheek which was bleeding. An officer had punched me really hard when I had shot that gun. They were going to pay for physically assaulting me. I would make sure they paid for their crimes against me.

No one bothered to talk to me while they carried me in the cell. They were silent even when I asked to make a call. They didn’t even read me my rights.

Oh I was going to have a field day with these men in the courtroom. They would fear me.

While waiting in the cell, an inspector came to see me which got me excited.

“Finally, you’re here,” I smiled. “Can I see Asher? I know I shot him as he defended his stupid girlfriend but can I at least see him?”

“No,” the man said as I laughed thinking he was dead. Finally, I had gotten rid of that scumbag. But my joy lasted for a minute when he told me that the man was still alive.

“What?” I gasped.

“He didn’t die from the bullet wound. It was just an arm graze according to the doctor,” the inspector laughed. “How can you have a second chance to kill the woman and you still fail? I’m so glad you failed because now, you might not even see the sun again.”

This had me furious as I banged my hand on the bars between us while the man smirked.

How could I have missed twice? The man was right. I had another chance at making this my mark and I fucked it up. I could not believe how much I had messed up.

“The last bail from what I can read here was signed by your father,” he said reading a file. “You won’t be granted bail ever in your life. You are done for.”

I could geek the entire world crumbling around me. Everything I had worked for was gone. I was all alone now. How could this be happening to me?

No, there had to be something I could do. There was something I could do.

“But I’m the First Lady,” I said, getting the man to laugh.

“You signed your divorce agreement, I have it right here.” I could not remember signing anything, but then I remembered my lawyer tricking me into signing a document.

“I didn’t sign it. It was a trick. My lawyer…”

“So long as it was signed, it was agreed upon by the state and the country. It means you are officially divorced and right now not the First Lady. The First Lady is Zendaya.

“You are just a woman who shot the president and you have made yourself the worst criminal on this planet.”

“No!” I screamed. “I demand a lawyer. I can explain…”

“You are done for miss delia. This is the last time you will see me.”