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

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re cramped together, restricting blood flow. Looking around I realized it

but it feels like I am having a hangover. Sighing, I headed to the bathroom. Taking a l

ok like a baby raccoon. My face was blotched from all of the tears. The tears weren't

Since it's the end of the week; I might as well skip going to that horrible workplace and probably take a long ro

That’s literally ne

picture peeping out of my bag. Using the tip of my finger, I brought it out.

the tears were back again, stinging the back of my eye. I sniffed, trying to

gone to during our college days. My heart ached as the pain of how h

life and still is. I had envisioned my future with him and how we would beco

ogether and made so many plans with each other. When I had to break up with him

een adamant and insisted it had to be me. The contract marriage had been between my parents and Asher’s parents, I was

ded my relationship with Alex. I knew then tha

thering to stop the tears. I let them flow continuously to ease my pain and guilt. The guilt I felt

o hear it at first, thinking the person would go

r to my hair, rolling it up in a rough bun. Judging by my history with gossips amongst the maid

ep my face hidden a bit. "Yes?"

you this morning." The help said, handing

aid receiving

ting on the bed, I crossed my legs underneath me and curiously unboxed the packag

ope. What my eyes saw was the last thin

ain, and aga

and Blair?

gs. What the actual fuck?! Is Alexander– my ex, whom I was still very in love with, g

joke. Its been less than few months since I broke it off with Alex and got married to Asher. Come to think of it, I and Blair had a l

slimy

he then decided to get together with Blair? Or, had it been

thought Alex was being faithful to me. The man that I loved with all of my heart and still feel bad for ending

me. He took all my firsts. And all this while, he had probably been

e rushing back, those times I would ask for a moment with Alex and he would claim to

Laughing at me for being so oblivious and stupid. They are getting

they do this to me? Why does it always have to be me feeling sor

e spent half a century with all of the weight of the world on my shoulder. No one finds me worthy o

ities by being a joke. And now, the two people I trusted the most, have taken it

self pity. I should get something to burn my throat and clear my head of these crazy thou

ini bar. I have never heard of a study owning a li

he chair, chugging down the content to drown my sorro

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is like the worst days of them all. The people I work with are hell bent on fr

mumbled as I open

Zendaya sitted with a blank look on her face, drinking the alcohol f

tell you, you are the last person I want to see right now." I info

se it, but then, I have had a shitty day and that whiskey looked like a gift from God himself right this momen

nce, I gritted my teeth as it burned my throat before settling in the pit of my stomach. Taking a se

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my chair when I saw Zendaya hovering ove

never around me. It was mad obv

ced with her. I tried to move past her but she held b

you want it." She

skey had begun its journey,

d out while downing a few mout

ou could do right now is to make me forget this pain tonight.” She snapp

ing to get drunk. I reached out and I retrieved the bott

ched like she was about to fight, but I surp

nstantly, and then she melted wh

as she returned the kiss fervently, and once our

the feeling i