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

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in it. The zeal that got me off the chair I sat on in the lunchroom, and had m

in frustration. One thing I forgot to mention is how much that bastard's demeanor inti

rson feel small and closed in. And if I would be

irl! You c

quate control of my nerves. Cause why the hell are my palms sweaty and my

o do is tell him how annoying and infuriating his whoring l

a straight face and not allow him get to me. Bowing my head, I counted

might be prone to have panic attacks. This crazy being

ated with everythi

myself. Trying to master them, my heart picked up on an

trees and flowers. Not to forget some peace and quiet. I hated this space where

d wiping your ass

of the maids In the house offered, rush

"you don't need to

ntment on her face and it

girl!" I murmured

d decide against confronting him if I go to my room. I haven't even had a second to myself when the maids swam

shoul

my manicured nails to keep my anxiety at bay. All of this lux

he walked in. I inhaled deeply,

s it,

gs where there are scheduled occasions we needed to attend, and the last official gathering we both at

live in th

shocked at the stiffness in my voice. I held his gaze and kept talk

unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat on

ick." He gruffed out,

a country shamelessly sleeps around. But, I am the one at the receiving end of the insult and mockery. It's a different mold of embarrassment each day and I c

hands together, holding

keep your escapades in check. Be more

to have a change of heart, judging from the blank emotion in his eyes. He has

to my soul. "Do you know how petty you sound right now? It's your audacity for me. What

could sense the maids hiding in corners to hear our conversation. Asher

mocking me without hesitation. "To think you have the guts to stand in my face and lie about th

problem is; you can't stand the fact that those women have me and you don't. You are just

the back, the helps and maids all scurried off. They had obviously been listening in. Gasp

ate to admit it; Asher was right about me being pathetic. That bastard stood right in front of me and called me a

ngs, when I caught sight of a blade, I held it to

op being foolish." A voice that

ust a coward, but a weak, pathetic and miserable being. Ending my life would b

it here

couldn't feel my voice anymore. My room was sound proofed s

ery depth of me. I am never going to f

coming nonstop, it feels like there is no e