Sorry Sir I Don’t Want You Back by Little Angelic Devil

Cherise, who just left the restroom, was startled when she felt a large hand gripping her wrist. Turning back, she rolled her eyes when she saw who it was. She should've known better, she thought. Who else dared to do this to her other than her jerk of an ex- husband? "What do you want, Hudson?" Cherise asked, not bothering to hide her irritation, and tried to tug her hand away, only for Hudson to tighten his grip.

"The waiter called you 'Ms. Alster"," Hudson uttered.

His deep, dark eyes bored into hers, and his words made Cherise freeze. Did she accidentally spill out her secret? No, it wasn't the time yet for anyone to know that she was the Alster family's heiress.

"Are you really engaged to Julian Alster?" Hudson drilled her with another question, making him look like a clown in her eyes.

Wasn't her ex-husband supposed to be a successful billionaire with a high IQ? His first thought when he heard her being called by the last name Alster was that she was engaged to her own brother? In which dimension would a gentleman give a lady his last name before marriage?Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Answer me, Cherise," Hudson demanded with a growl, his hand tightening even further into a bruising grip.

Cherise flinched slightly from the pain but held her head high and sneered, "So what, Hudson? What if I'm engaged to Julian? What has that got to do with you?"

"You are really engaged to him?" Hudson's growl turned frighteningly low. He couldn't believe he had really been cuckolded during their marriage!

Cherise rolled her eyes inwardly. How could she be engaged to her own brother? But she didn't need her ex-husband to know about it yet. He would know when the time came.

"What do you think?" Cherise smirked instead, challenging him to answer.

Seeing her smug look and eyes sparkling with joy, Hudson's anger nearly snapped - his eyes narrowing, his jaws clenching, the veins in his forehead popping out, making him look like a beast about to devour its prey.

Cherise felt the dangerous aura radiating from him, but she wasn't afraid this time. She rotated her captured wrist and delivered a punch straight to Hudson's stomach with her free hand.

Hudson, being caught unaware, had no means to stop the strike and staggered backward as he groaned and clutched his painful stomach.

"How many times must I tell you that we are now divorced, Mr. Amery?" Cherise asked condescendingly while rubbing her bruised wrist. "I've left our marriage so you can finally be together with your first love. You should thank me instead of asking me things that do not concern you."

By the time Cherise finished making her points, Hudson had regained his composure and looked as dignified as he always was.

"Do you think I'll let you go easily, Cherise?" he squinted and looked at his slender ex-wife. Did she just free herself from his hold by punching him? When did she know how to do martial arts?

Cherise laughed out loud and lifted her hand for him to see the bruise on her wrist. "Then sue me for causing you intentional harm, Mr. Amery. I'll go to the hospital after this and let this bruise be the evidence of you harassing me first. Let's see who will win in court."

Hudson felt embarrassed after being reminded he had been successfully punched by a slender woman weighing less than him.

"You know that's not what I meant, Cherise," Hudson tried his best to rein in his anger. He didn't like how she kept challenging his patience now.

"Then what do you mean, Hudson?" she asked, her arms crossed across her chest, one foot tapping the floor. She wanted to leave, but if he caught her and pinned her against the wall, she wouldn't be able to free herself. Hudson was still stronger and bigger than her, after all.

"Do you think Charles Alster will let you marry his only successor?"

Cherise gawked at him. Was he still hung up with her so-called affair with her brother?

"Do you think Charles Alster will let you, a cheater, to be his granddaughter-in-law?" Hudson continued, still with his dangerously low voice.

"Do you think he'll let Julian ruin the Alster family name by marrying you?" he growled out the last word.

Cherise didn't know whether to laugh or cry as she heard Hudson stupidly pointing out what he thought were valid points for her grandpa to reject her. She really doubted Hudson's IQ now.

"It's none of your concern, is it, Hudson?" Cherise asked in disdain. "Julian doesn't care about all those things. If his grandpa doesn't let him marry me, then so be it." It was not like they were going to get married anyway. He was her brother.

"Jesus, Cherise." Hudson ran his hand through his hair, frustrated by her nonchalant reply. "Do you really not mind being a plaything? Are you pleased jumping from one man to another as long as they give you whatever you want?"

"Hudson Amery!" Cherise snapped at him. The nerve he had to say those words to her when he had never loved her throughout their marriage and impregnated his mistress!

"You do NOT have the right to say those words to me," Cherise hissed. "All through our marriage, I tried my best to be the perfect wife for you, even if you, your family, and your friends kept humiliating me."

"I never humiliated you," Hudson growled in defense.

"Never, Hudson? NEVER?" Cherise laughed in anger. "Of course, you NEVER humiliated me. You just NEVER acknowledge me or my love for you. You just IGNORED me, your wife, for three during our marriage. You just need to bring YOUR MISTRESS to Luis' funeral and show everyone how much she means to you rather than your own wife. You just have to impregnate her and tell me, YOUR WIFE, that I'm not worthy of having YOUR CHILD while your mistress is worthy of it."

"You are a gold digger!" Hudson's voice rose a notch. "You used my grandmother to marry me!"

Cherise laughed again, her body trembling with the anger she was trying to control. "You keep saying I'm a gold digger, but is there any evidence of it, Hudson? Did I EVER ask you for anything during our marriage? Did I ever ask you for money? Did I take anything after our divorce?"

Hudson opened his mouth to retort but closed it again. No, Cherise was right. She had never asked for anything, nor did she ask for divorce alimony.

"You always have a prejudice against me, Hudson, and it's disgusting," Cherise spat. "You never tried to love me or to see the efforts I put into our marriage."

"And that's why you are entangled with any man who shows you just a little bit of love?" Hudson asked, his heart filled with uncomfortableness.

"At least Julian treats me well," Cherise replied as she looked down on her ex-husband. "Even if he's just toying with me, he treats me way better than what you, my ex-husband, used to."

"Cherise!" Hudson didn't like it when she kept saying how he was an arse during their marriage. "Someone like Julian Alster won't ever marry you!" Couldn't she see that?

"And what, Hudson?" Cherise gritted her teeth. "Have you ever thought I don't want to remarry and this arrangement with Julian is what I want? That I'm happy with him, and that's enough for me?"

"You are happy with being a toy?" Hudson asked in disbelief and anger. "Then why did you divorce me when I brought Emely back?"

Cherise gaped at him. Did he just...

"Did you just ask me to accept your mistress and expect me to accept you parading her like she's your wife instead of me? Did you just tell me you saw me as a toy during our marriage?" Hudson pursed his thin lips. If she put it that way...

Cherise laughed and spat out in disgust, "You really disgust me, Hudson. Julian is different from you. Even if he doesn't want to marry me, he respects me, and I am the only one in his eyes. He does NOT have anyone else on the side, and he will NEVER treat me the way you treat me."

"Che-"

"Enough, Hudson!" Cherise cut off whatever he was going to say. "I'm sick of you and your..." Cherise waved her hand. "Whatever this is. I don't want to remind you over and over again that we are divorced now, and you have a fiance." "I never saw you as a toy or meant to divorce you!" Hudson blurted out, surprising both of them.