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

Asher’s POV

My PR team were discussing with me the possibility of forming a new strategy as the campaign season was drawing near and would soon start.

Ever since that scandal was released to the public, they had been trying their best to create a wonderful way for my image to be protected from being shamed by the public.

Of course I did my best to avoid this from going over the place but even that had helped to a certain degree. With the chaos which had been going on, I was sure the entire country was having talks about removing me.

First, my secrets were revealed and then my children were kidnapped. It was getting wild by the minute and I hoped for a miracle which would change the outcome of this upcoming election m as that was the only way I would win.

My charming smiles, my wonderful personality and my beautiful and sweetly drawn out plans would be nothing if they hated me and wanted me out of the presidential seat so I had to do everything within me to make sure that I remained there without fighting so much.

I had been declared to run for another term and that meant that I would need to first gauge the public opinion.

This I dreaded seeing as my public opinions polls were not as great as the last time. As expected, they hated me after the secrets were revealed. I had to mitigate that.

“So… what do the next polls about my public opinions say?” I asked the presenter who looked at the rest of the council before going to the board to point to a few lines.

“So this was your poll last year,” he brought up a line painted green. “And this one painted yellow is the poll now.”

“So they don’t like me?”

“They do like you Mr President. It’s just that the public are still very lukewarm about having you as the president due to the scandals that have happened over the last few weeks. And most of our supporters have no reason to vote for you if better candidates come by.”

“Better candidates?” I chuckled. “I built them schools, roads and made sure the taxes were not so hard to pay. I created multiple job opportunities in my limited time in office and somehow I’m still seen as the villain. What do the people even want?

“I can’t be Superman and fly around saving the world. I’m human. I made mistakes and it was used against me in the most vile of ways. I was revealed to be a monster but that was the old me. I have created something special for the country.

“At least they can retain me for the next round instead of kicking me out. Those people are really ungrateful.”

The man didn’t say anything after my outburst as I waved for him to continue.

“Well, we have a new candidate,” he said, getting a picture of a younger aspirant with a mole on his nose. “Victor Adams.”

“Who’s he?” I leaned back in my chair, assessing my new opponent.

“He’s a doctor turned politician who would be the worst opponent for you to have.”

“Why’s that?”

“He’s popular amongst his peers, he’s brought out temporary cures for cancer and he’s also written a few great books which have been used in the scientific community. He did all of this at a young age which has been brought up as a brilliant mind.”This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

I was determined to not let this man win. He was the perfect blend of everything. I hated losing to anyone. Who did he think he was coming forward to oppose me?

“He’s also been chosen as most likely to become president twice in the medical community. I think we have a serious problem on our hands if we let this man go forth with this poll.”

I could not do anything to him. All I could do was create more solutions to the problems the people wanted solved.

“Any other opponent having a poll as good as his?” I asked so I would know what I was facing but there was none. It was just me and the victor guy.

It was better than the last time when I had to go toe to toe with around seven other opponents who were almost beating me with their wonderful performance.

By the time the meeting was over, I was having a headache from overthinking before being approached by my lawyers close to my car.

“The divorce papers have been served to her today, Mr President,” one of the lawyers said as I smiled. That was a relief and I was happy to hear it.

This was good news. Now all that remained was for her to sign it and I would be out of her life the same way she would be out of my life.

I decided to go home to take care of my brimming headache but just then, my personal assistant came running out saying that the minister of finance wanted to have a quick meeting with me.

“Any particular reason?” I asked as he shook his head with a shrug.

“I don’t know. He just needs a quick meeting with you. I doubt it would be anything major according to the light of the mood.”

If there was anything to not do, it was to underestimate politicians.

I was frustrated by this since all I wanted to do was go home but I finally agreed and followed my PA to the man who was looking over the garden at the back of the building.

It would be nice to have Zendaya working with me side by side. The thought of having to go through all of this all the time has me groaning in anger.

“Hello, sir,” I said to the old man who turned to me with a smile. “You wanted to see me.”

“Mr President,” he smiled. “Yes. It’s pretty urgent.”