THE PRESIDENT'S FAT UGLY WIFE

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"I married you out of pity. Now you have gotten so fat and ugly after childbirth". Her eyes clouded as she scoffed in disbelief. "Victor?" "Let me finish, I have seen women who are in shape after the same childbirth. This divorce is for your own good too. The internet trolls are coming after you." "I don't care what they think! All that matters to me is you. Tell me Victor. Do you also think I am fat and ugly? Unfit to be the first lady by your side?" She asked, tears streaming down her face. ********** Alina believed in Victor's dreams, stood by his side, and supported him even when the world laughed at the idea of an ordinary low class man becoming president. Not even his own family believed he could ever achieve it. But Alina was there, offering her full support. It was a miracle, like magic! Against all odds, Victor won the election. But once he rose to power, he became unrecognizable to Alina. Gone was the man she once loved. In his place stood a ruthless leader who flaunted his affairs, shamed her for her post-pregnancy body, and allowed the world to mock her as The President's Fat, Ugly Wife. Humiliated, heartbroken, and abandoned, Alina, an orphan, had no one but her child to hold onto. Just as she was trying to stay strong, Victor served her divorce papers. On the same day, they lost their child. A day later, he announced his engagement to his secret mistress, revealing that they were expecting a baby together. Alina had to undergo therapy and psychological counseling to heal. Three years later, Victor announced his campaign for a second term. And Alina did the unthinkable, she ran against him. What started as a joke to many turned into the most shocking election in history. No one believed she would win. But she did! The world that once laughed at her now chants her name. And call her, Excellency! Victor realizes too late that he didn't just lose the presidency. He lost the woman who made him president! She was the powerful secret weapon behind his election success. But how?

Family Modern Betrayal Divorce Arrogant/Dominant Kickass Heroine Revenge Divorce

Chapter 3 READY TO LEAVE

06-16 10:34

Chapter 1 ELECTION RESULTS

It was supposed to be the best day of my life.

My husband, Victor Blackwell, an ordinary man with no college education and no political background had managed to defy all odds and become a frontrunner in the presidential election.

And it was the day that would decide our future. Or maybe I should say, my fate.

I had no idea what was in store for me.

I was sitting on the couch in the private lounge, heavily pregnant with my hands resting on my swollen belly.

My heart was racing uncontrollably as the live election broadcast played on the large flat-screen TV in the private lounge.

Although I can see whatever that was happening downstairs in the living room.

Our entire house was filled with guests.

They included Victor's campaign team, family, close friends, and supporters.

Everyone was on edge, waiting for the final results with their fingers crossed.

The atmosphere, suffocating and tense.

It was expected.

This day was going to change our lives for good and also make a difference.

Victor will be the first president of the United States of Auristia to be from a lower class and a complete nobody in politics.

Which is still a mystery to many, and they questioned how he was able to achieve such a level.

Some people were pacing back and forth; others sat stiffly, staring at the screen of their phones, listening attentively to the voting broadcasts without blinking.

My best friend Camilla was sitting beside me, busy with her phone.

Typical Camilla, she's never the one to panic in situations like this.

Always carefree.

We are the only two inside the private lounge.

"Oh my goodness, this is bad," she suddenly snapped.

My heart leaped that instant.

"What? What is bad?"

I asked impatiently, afraid it was something to do with the results.

She showed me her phone screen, but I couldn't see it because of the dark security screen.

"What's that please? I can't see anything," I said impatiently.

"Trolls are coming after you. A Twitter account named Fat Alina seems to be a hate page. He or she does nothing but post hateful things about you. What the hell is wrong with this fool? Look at the ones they made today:

'Imagine if Victor wins the election. That means the whale will be the First Lady of our powerful country, the United States of Auristria.'

'Auristia is a joke! First Lady looking like that? Please, I can't deal with the shame.'

'She is like a female version of Shrek.'

Camilla scoffed in annoyance and arched her brows in anger.

"My goodness, who the hell is this? Did you wrong them in any way? No, this is just too much and has to stop! Do they even know anything about pregnancy?"

I sighed and rubbed my tummy.

Although it hurt, it had been this way since Victor was announced as the presidential candidate for the domineering party.

I have gotten used to this already. I have to be emotionally strong and once I deliver my baby, I will get back in shape that way I will definitely shut them up. But for now,I have to focus on the positive side. Today my husband's life is going to change for good if he wins this election.

"Ain't you sad about this,Alina? If I am in your shoes I will fish whoever is behind that fake account and make them pay".

Camilla broke into my thoughts.

I sighed again.

"Camilla, I don't need such negativity right now. We are waiting for the results. I don't care what they think of me. Besides, politics is a dirty game. That person might be from the opposing party, so they've got to do their job... you know..."

I replied and rubbed my tummy

She was a bit shocked and blinked then laughed awkwardly.

"Wow, you seem so mentally prepared for this First Lady position. But bestie, I don't mean any offense, do you really think Victor is going to win against Gideon Ray?He's been in politics for years... I don't want to say it, but unfortunately it's impossible."

I had a trigger of fear rushed through me after that statement because Camilla got a strong point there, but we have come this far and somehow it's like this was meant to be.

"The same way you said it was impossible for him to be accepted by a political party. And look at him now....a candidate for the domineering party. Just watch and see. I am hopeful about this. He is not going to lose. This means so much to him... Camilla. Since high school he has dreamt of being a president so I can't watch it break him. He will win this. I believe a miracle will happen.He's come this far miraculously."

I replied.

Camilla stared at me for some time and then noticed my hands shaking due to my anxiety.

She sighed and took my hands, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"This is not good for your health and the baby, all this stress, trolling , worries and anxiety. Now, honey, take a deep breath... and out. You need it," she said softly.

I nodded and closed my eyes.

"Deep breath," she instructed.

I did as she said while she continued to hold my hands.

After a while,I opened my eyes.

"How do you feel?"

Camilla asked, staring searchingly into my eyes.

I smiled back.

"Thanks much better. You are the best Camilla".

She chuckled and crossed her legs,then flipped her hair elegantly.

"Next time you will be paying for my therapy services, your Excellency".

She teased.

We laughed together.

It was a good way to ease the tension, thanks to Camilla.

However, as soon as I looked across the room towards my husband and found him battling with his own emotion, I returned back to my anxious state again.

He was standing alone near the window, his back to us, staring outside at the sea of reporters and supporters gathered outside our home.

He was calm or at least he looked it.

But I knew better.

His fingers were tapping continuously on the window frame, a habit of his whenever he was anxious.

The results had been coming in for hours, state by state, district by district.

Every time Victor gained a lead, the room would erupt into cautious cheers.

Every time his opponent, Gideon Ray closed the gap, the tension would return.

It was close. Too close.

"We now have results from Velmara, a crucial swing state," the news anchor announced, drawing our attention.

My breath caught and I could feel my heart racing.

The whole building went dead silent, instantly.