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

Dahlia narrowed her eyes as she took in Cherise's appearance. She was shocked by how great Cherise looked but then sneered inwardly.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

What was the point of looking good? Once a country bumpkin, always a country bumpkin. She could look good but it wouldn't change her origin.

"Dahlia," Cherise greeted her with a faint smile. She would've smirked, but she knew a faint smile would rattle Dahlia more.

"Cherise." Dahlia nodded in return, forcing herself not to show her disgust toward Cherise in front of so many guests. No one knew how badly she and Polly had treated her.

They knew she didn't like Cherise, but not the extent of her disgust. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on . Visit to read the complete chapters for free. Dahlia, after all, still had to maintain her image. A mother- in-law who treated her daughter-in-law as a maid was still looked down upon no matter how much she hated and repulsed the said daughter-in-law.

The crowd whispered even more.

"That's Cherise? Hudson's ex-wife?"

"Are you sure she's a country bumpkin? She's so gorgeous and elegant!"

Dahlia's face turned sour as she heard some guests praising Cherise, but her expression eased up when she heard others commenting about her ex-daughter-in-law. "What is she doing here?"

"Is she trying to sabotage the engagement?"

"She's so shameless."

Dahlia smiled smugly at Cherise when she heard the guests looking down on Cherise.

Katherine tilted her head to one side and seemed confused until she clicked her tongue.

"Oh, you are Dahlia, the evil ex-mother-in-law of Cherise," Katherine pretended she had just remembered who Dahlia was.

"No calling me a slut anymore?" she asked with shining eyes and a teasing smile.

The crowd gasped.

"Dahlia called Katherine Sterling a slut?"

"Is she mad?"

"Which part of Katherine screams 'slut'?"

"Dahlia is doomed!"

Dahlia's face turned red from embarrassment and humiliation. She could not believe Katherine was brave enough to tell the guests about their encounter.

She quickly took Katherine's hand and said warmly, "You know it was just a misunderstanding, Katherine. I've apologized to you and you coming here means you've forgiven me, am I right?"

"A misunderstanding?" Katherine asked and smiled sweetly. "Because I'm friends with Cherise who you used to bully? Calling her cheap, slut and bullying her as you made her your maid instead of loving her as a daughter-in-law?" Cherise bit her lips to stop herself from grinning. Katherine could be as vicious as Paula because she was protective of her.

"Oh my God, did you hear that?"

"Dahlia bullied Cherise and treated her like a maid?"

"Should we feel lucky that she's not our mother-in-law?"

The younger ladies in attendance gasped in horror.

Dahlia's face reddened even more as she tried to not blow up and said something she'd regret.

"What's the matter here?" Suddenly a deep and husky voice sounded and Hudson and Emely appeared joined them.

Hudson froze as he saw his wife looking drop-dead gorgeous in a gown that even though wasn't revealing, left nothing to the imagination as the fabric clung around her body like a second skin, showing all her curves.

But what was she doing here? Was she here to congratulate him for getting engaged? That thought pained Hudson.

He didn't want Cherise here, but he wasn't involved in the planning of the engagement banquet, and he didn't even know who his mother had invited.

From what he could see, the guests were all very distinguished businessmen who, he was sure, his mother had invited to show everyone how well connected they were.

Polly also appeared, and as she was still young and arrogant, she wasn't one to hold back on her words.

"You!" She pointed at Cherise. "What are you doing here? This is an invite-only banquet. And Katherine didn't tick yes for bringing a plus one."

Dahlia finally remembered the seating arrangements, and Polly was right. They didn't have a seat for Cherise. She turned smug again. If she wanted to stay, then she could just stand against the wall where she belonged Cherise knew this might happen. After all, she knew she was invited to be humiliated.

She shrugged and showed her invitation. "I was invited."

Polly snatched the invitation from her hand, saw the hand-writing and scoffed, "You even went so low and faked an invitation? My mom personally wrote all the names herself and this for sure wasn't her handwriting." Emely was watching from beside Hudson, and couldn't help but feel the triumph in her heart. She didn't need to get her hands dirty as she knew Polly and Dahlia would do the job for her.

But still, she was jealous of Cherise's appearance. Emely chose white to look pure, gentle, and innocent, but Cherise had chosen black, the opposite of her, and she was so elegant and gorgeous.

Cherise gasped at Polly and asked, "You don't know your soon-to-be sister-in-law's handwriting?"

"What do you mean?" Polly glared at her.

"Emely invited me," Cherise smirked at Emely, who froze as she suddenly became the center of attention.

"Oh my God, why would Emely invite Cherise?"

"Is she trying to rub her success in snatching Hudson from Cherise to her face?"

"That is despicable."

The guests began whispering again, and Emely felt her face going pale, especially as she felt Hudson's piercing eyes directed at her.

This wasn't how she thought the scenario would play out. She didn't know Cherise would strike back. Wasn't she supposed to be shy and timid? She should be the one being ridiculed instead of her, but why was the situation reversed now? "I-I didn't." Emely shook her head and tried to deny it.

"You didn't?" Cherise asked innocently. "But who else could get their hand on a blank invitation?"

"Cherise, I know you are still mad at me, but you can't accuse me of something I didn't do," Emely said, putting her best look at being aggrieved.

"Really?" Cherise asked and smirked. "Then why don't we ask your fiance? He should know your handwriting."

Emely began panicking and tried to snatch the invitation from Polly, but Hudson's hand was faster.

He checked the handwriting of Cherise's name and the temperature around him became cold. He looked at Emely in an eerily calm demeanor and Emely knew she had been caught.

"I'm so sorry, Hudson, I thought being her ex-husband, you would want to stay friends with her or be civilized," Emely tried to correct her mistake, appearing to be gentle and selfless.

"But you didn't tell my mother and Polly about her coming and she has no seat," Hudson pointed out calmly, but Emely could see the coldness in his eyes.

"I-I forgot to tell them," she explained, but even the guests felt her explanation was weak.

They began gossiping again, saying how Emely was trying to humiliate Cherise by inviting her and not preparing a seat for her. They all thought Emwly wasn't as gentle as she seemed, instead, she was scheming.

Emely became paler and held onto Hudson's hand. "I swear I didn't mean to do this, Hudson," she said desperately, but the damage was already done.

Before Hudson could speak, the door of the ballroom opened, and three fine specimens of men stepped inside.

The younger unmarried ladies suddenly squealed in excitement.

"Oh my God, that's Julian Alster!"

"And isn't that Logan Jennings with him?"

"And Tristan Hart too!"

The sight of the three men appearing together nearly made the ladies swoon. How could it not be not? Two mature and powerful CEOs who were handsome with contrasting outer appearances - Julian with his dark hair and Logan with his dark blonde hair, and between them stood a younger, equally handsome, successful star with his longish hair in half updo and half down.

Many ladies secretly took videos and pictures with their phones, and some even openly did it and received a wink from Tristan. Those who did screamed like schoolgirls.

Logan went straight to Katherine, snaked an arm around her waist, and placed a kiss on her temple, while Julian did the same to Cherise, and the guests didn't even bother to whisper now.

"Logan Jennings and Katerine Sterling?!"

"That's not the point!"

"Julian Alster is with Cherise, Hudson's ex-wife?"

"Oh my God, she's so lucky!"

"Divorced from Hudson and landed Julian Alster, who was even wealthier and more influential!"

"But they look good together, don't they?"

"Cherise does not look like a country bumpkin at all!"

Tristan went to Cherise and hugged her, earning gasps from the guests.

"She even knew Tristan Hart?"

While the guests went wild, the party involved seemed not to hear any of the comments.

Hudson clenched his fists that rested on his side tightly, trying not to pull Cherise away from Julian's hold. "What seems to be the problem here?" Julian asked.

"Emely invited me but she forgot to tell Dahlia about it, so I don't have any seat now," Cherise pouted as she leaned against Julian.

"Really, now?" Julian arched an eyebrow and fixed his gaze on Emely, who nearly cowered under his cold gaze.

"Not only did the mistress shamelessly steal the ex-husband, but now she wants to humiliate my woman by doing something so scheming?" Julian moved to pin Hudson with his gaze, which was still cold, but his smile was as gentle as ever. Cherise was having so much fun after watching Katerine humiliate Dahlia, and how Emely had tried to humiliate her but failed and it instead made Emely herself look bad.

"And everyone said I'm here to sabotage the engagement," Cherise pouted again.

"Did they, now?" Julian looked at his sister and had to bite back his smile. This sister of his was shamelessly using him to get back at her ex-husband and mistress.

"I know, right?" Cherise said and nuzzled herself against Julian. "Why would I want to sabotage the engagement when I already have you?"

"Cherise would be crazy to want to go back to Hudson, who had cheated. And his family bullied her and treated her like a maid. Why would she want to go back to such a toxic relationship?" Katherine chimed in, fanning the flame even more. Hudson felt the sharp pain in his heart again. Katherine's words reminded him of how badly he had treated Cherise and how he had let his mother and sister bully Cherise.

"And I'm not stupid enough to want to be terrorized by Emely again," Cherise rolled her eyes.

Emely froze. Cherise wouldn't dare! If she showed Hudson their chats, she would be doomed because she had lied!

Hudson frowned and looked at Cherise. Terrorized? "What do you mean by that?" he asked.

"Oh, you didn't know?" Katherine asked.

"Know what?" Hudson asked but didn't avert his eyes from Cherise.

"Your fiance bombarded my woman, who was still your legal wife then, with texts about your sexual prowess the night after your brother's funeral," Julian replied and pinned his cold gaze on Emely again.

Emely felt her head explode and her blood drained away from her body. She clenched her dress tightly and shook her head fervently. "It wasn't me," she denied.

"Not you?" Cherise asked her, and a small taunting smile played on her lips. "But you sent me a picture of the two of you in bed."

Hudson became even more confused. "Show me the texts."

"It doesn't matter anymore." Cherise waved her hand dismissively. "You guys finally got rid of me and it's in the past." "Show. Them. To. Me," Hudson said through gritted teeth.

Tristan, who wanted to help Cherise, took her small clutch and phone from it, earning him an eye-roll from Cherise.

"Why don't we let everyone see and judge?" Tristan winked and placed Cherise's phone in front of her face to unlock it, quickly scrolled through it, and when he found the text, he hacked into the hotel system. There was a huge screen showing pictures of Emely and Hudson, and the next moment, the photos were replaced by Emely's texts to Cherise.

Emely wanted to take the phone away from Tristan, but she was frozen in her spot, pinned by Julian and Hudson's cold gazes.

The next thing she heard were horrified gasps from the guests.