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

Asher’s POV

I tried for several days to get her memories back but nothing ever worked. It was almost like I was pouring water on stone.

I tried talking to her as a husband would, tried telling her of the tides we had had and the sex we had done in weird places but even that was an epic fail.

I even had the children call us on video call but when they had asked what happened to her I said she had fallen while we were playing on a carousel. This had the children happy but they noticed something was off with her.

I tried everything with her and yet there was nothing that helped me know she was getting better.

It was almost like she was totally gone. I could not believe she was this messed up. I wanted to cry and yell at the universe for messing up my life but I didn’t do that. I calmed myself down and kept trying.

All the pictures we had taken, the videos we had made, everything and she still couldn’t remember a damn thing.

I was disappointed in myself for not being able to do anything to jog her memory again.

In the movie they made it so simple. Person A would lose her memory and person B would jog it back with a kiss. Then there was me, for days nothing was working.

A detective knocked on the door, getting my attention as I excused myself from my daily memory jog to listen to what he had to say.

“Yes,” I said, closing the door behind me.

“We have checked the entire area and we haven’t been able to find anything close to her kidnappers. All we could find was this bullet a few miles into the forest.

“Now we also found her blood in there so whoever had shot her in the woods, carried her to the road so she would be found.”

“What kind of sick maniac would do something like that?” I grunted.

“I don’t know. But don’t forget that you were being siphoned with the money and they were placing it in an account created with Zendaya’s name.”

“But there’s no way she would shoot herself…”

“We never came to that conclusion. It’s even a miracle that she’s alive. Whoever kidnapped her wanted to actually kill her and had failed. So yes, I think she survived due to luck and not anything else.”Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“This is going to be very hard finding out who did this wouldn’t it?” I asked. The man nodded before walking to the edge of the hallway.

“My people are doing things to make sure they find who had done this crime. They are going to the root of the matter. They are doing everything they can in their power to investigate this. Don’t you worry sir. We will find out what happened to her and you will have your answer in a second.”

I loved that reply.

“If only there was a way to jog her memory,” I said. “That would make things easier for us. If we can find something to jog her memory or find a victim to testify against those people. Have you checked the people living around the area?”

“It is a highway sir,” the man smiled. “No one was living there, but we can widen our search.”

He got out his phone and told his men to I create their search as they were going to do everything within their powers to get the most out of this investigation.

“Make sure you find out whatever happened as fast as possible,” I said to him as he nodded before leaving.

I went through a list of people who would hurt her to get to me. There were my opponents in the political business, but they would have sent me some kind of memo. No one would do this kind of thing and not give a reason why.

Or had the person purposely left her alone so she would come back to me and put fear into my body.

Or had the person actually slipped and made a genuine mistake of letting her go alive.

There were so many factors I didn’t know which one would be best used in this scenario.

I had not been to the house in a very long time so I decided to take a break and do just that.

I entered the room to talk to Zendaya.

“Hey,” I smiled. “So I have to leave you for a few hours so I can get back to the house and get things you would need for your stay here.”

“Okay,” she said with a straight face.

“I’ll see you later.” I leaned in to kiss her as she recoiled which shattered my heart.

I got up amidst the empathetic state I was getting from the nurses around as I walked out of the room and the hospital.

While inside the car it took everything in me to not scream or cry. I held back my emotions as I ordered the driver to take me home.

I arrived home and found the children asking me all about their mother.

I had given them a lie but I knew it was time to tell them the truth.

“So mummy had an accident,” I twisted the story. “We were on a ride and she had a condition and had an accident so she fell. We need to let mummy rest, okay?”

They seemed to understand which was good as I headed for my room to shower and cry while on my own.

Why was this happening to me? I had done nothing wrong to deserve this. Travis could not have caused this since he was in prison. I could not see any of my political enemies doing this.

They would have told me all about it and called me to brag that they would do it again if I messed up. So who had done this?