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

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erson then there’d be no perfect c

t the transparent glass of my office, watching everyone

the ugly, but I was nowhere near any of that. No hard feelings to anyone, but I am an epitome of beauty

full, luscious lips and a symmetrical face. Definitely, I am a complete charm. But, my

y I was made to enter into a con

ial post in the country. He got appointed a president

ng married to the number one citizen of the country– the president. That should

ith my eyes closed. Still trying to brood, but my bel

o be my friend or have anything to do with me at work. If I wasn't so bad at making lunch so

a need for me to eat in the break room wi

ne for my daily order. They were just on

ry boy smiled at me. He seems to be th

h." I mumbled sincerely. Searching my bag

I walked out of the office, down to the break room. Maybe I should have waited

e respect, being a senior associate and all. But, like every other u

h, Zen

eating the shit out of whomever crosses my path. Funny thing is; it's

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them. I inhaled the heavenly smell of the fresh

about to get some.

he girls who actually thinks she is whispering– or w

I am just a few feets away from them. For good

I shouldn't. But I couldn’t

would have thought someone as good looking as herse

on with my food, their receding footsteps sounded like music to my ears. They were right about everything a

ssed by my table and I was sure they didn't even realize I was

oubt it's me they were talking about; words have it that

hink he beats her?" One of them, whose voi

course, he definitely beats her. But what woman stays put in a pla

giggled lightly. "Her life is such a pain, and a j

let out a relieved breath that I

s boil so hard, I think I might explode. He is the reason I have become a laughing stock in the whol

had an official gathering that required my presence, whereby w

f I had my way, I would throw a divorce pape

ad written fate like m

forced will. My own parents thought it right to threaten to cut me of

n trying to keep them at bay, but every time I remember what woul

all Asher

a man whore. That bastard sleeps with anything in a skirt that

ely needs their head checked. I really can't keep up with this continuous embarassment, my life al

d that is to tell him off his horrible lifestyle. Taking a deep br

me today. That man can't have me under his