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

When Hudson pulled back, he was stunned to see Cherise's tears flowing from her eyes, staining her pinkened cheeks and how vulnerable she looked.

Hudson felt his chest tighten at the sight, and the hand that had been pinning her wrist came down, as did the hand that had been cupping Cherise's jaw to stop her from moving her head when he was kissing her slackened. "Don't cry, Cherise," he said in a gentle tone he didn't even realize he was using. His thumbs swept over Cherise's cheek to brush her tears away.

"Please don't cry," he tried to comfort her again, kissing her tears away when they didn't stop, but Cherise shoved him backward.

"Why Hudson?" Cherise's voice was small and trembling. "Why did you keep doing this?"

"I-"Why did he keep kissing her? Why did he keep thinking about her? Why did he keep wanting to be near her? Hudson didn't know the answer himself.

"You said..." Cherise let out a soft sob. "You said Julian is toying with me, but what about you, Hudson?" Hudson opened his mouth and closed it again. Was he toying with her?

"Hudson, I loved you for three years, and you only came to me when you needed s*x. You never thought of my feelings at all," Cherise said through her sobs.

"I'm a human being, Hudson. I have feelings. I loved you, and you were my husband, so I was more than willing to let you use me to relish your desire when you needed it. But you broke me, Hudson." Cherise looked at him with pitiful eyes.

"You betrayed me, and we are now divorced. I don't love you anymore, so don't do this to me anymore. You have Emely now. Toying with my feelings for three years is enough. It's enough, Hudson."

Hudson swallowed, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, guilt sinking into his stomach, and he did one thing he never thought he would do.

He pulled her gently and enveloped her in his embrace. "I never meant to toy with your feelings. I never... I just..."

He didn't know how to finish his sentence. He just... hated her? Could he say that to her in this circumstance?

"Yes, you did, and still do, Hudson. You hate me..." Cherise's voice was just barely a whisper, and she tried to push him away, but his hold on her only tightened.

"You always thought I was a gold digger. I wasn't worthy to bear you an heir, but Emely did. So go to her, okay?" Cherise begged. "I'm with Julian now, and you are with Emely. Let me go, Hudson."

Let her go? Never! Hudson's mind shouted at him.

He opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly, the door to his penthouse swung open, and he was yanked back before he felt a sharp pain hitting his cheek.

"Amery, you bastard!" Julian growled.

"Julian..." Cherise sobbed and threw herself at her brother, and he effortlessly picked her up in his arms, drawing her close to him.

"I swear to God, Amery, if you ever touch her again, I will let the whole world know every single bad thing you and your family did and said to Cherise for three years," Julian threatened him. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on . Visit to read the complete chapters for free. "I dare you to do it again if you want the Amery family name and Group to crumble to the ground."

"I will post on my social media accounts what a shitty man you are," Tristan, who followed behind Julian, said. "And trust me, I can also bankrupt the Amery Group."

Well, he didn't know if he could or not, but as Ace, he could try to hack into the Amery Group's database and steal important information, right? Or maybe just jumbled up their entire IT system. Yeah, he could totally do that.

Without another glance at Hudson, Julian strode toward Cherise's penthouse, followed by Tristan, leaving Hudson with the building manager.

The building manager gulped as he witnessed what had just happened. He knew he had just uncovered a big secret about two powerful CEOs, a young famous actor, and a lady who seemed to be... Julian's lover.

If people knew how Hudson Amery harassed Julian Alster's lover while having a fiance, everyone in Country B would look at him differently.

"Mr. Hudson, I'm sorry to have opened your door without permission, but Mr. Julian demanded it, saying you were holding his woman hostage and would call the police if I didn't comply," the manager explained, knowing his place. Hudson, who had been rooted on his spot as his heart felt heavy when he saw Cherise throw herself at Julian as if he were her knight in shining armor, finally saw the building manager.

Hudson dismissed him with a wave of his hand, and the building manager retreated to close the door, but his voice stopped the building manager.

"If I hear any rumors about what happened here tonight, you'll be my first suspect, and you won't like it when it happens," Hudson threatened him softly.

The building manager nodded, knowing full well he shouldn't get himself involved with the upper society.

"Don't worry, Mr. Hudson," he said solemnly. "We are not allowed to meddle in the residents' issues. Nothing will escape from my lips."

Hudson nodded, and finally, he was alone in his trashed living room. He replayed what had happened and felt guilty once again.

Never had Cherise shown her tears except for when he asked her to apologize to Emely in the hospital.

Even then, those tears didn't fall from her eyes. They danced in her eyes while she tried hard not to let them fall.

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Cherise showed her vulnerability to him, and she looked like the Cherise he married, but he wasn't sure he liked that side of her, especially because he was the reason for those tears. He'd rather face the fierce and sarcastic woman she had become after their divorce.

Maybe he shouldn't have done that, but he knew in his heart that he wouldn't move from this penthouse. The need to be close to her was quite maddening for him.

And he for sure would not heed Julian or Tristan's warnings or threatening attempts because he knew he couldn't stay away from her.

The Amery Group was quite solid. It would take more than Julian Alster or Tristan Hart to make it collapse and go bankrupt.

He looked around the living room and sighed before finally calling Miles to replace the broken antiques and paintings in his living room, as well as asking him to come to rearrange the unbroken furniture. Meanwhile, in Cherise's penthouse, Julian let her down on the plush couch, which was as comfortable as Hudson's.

"Cherise, are you okay?" Tristan bristled around her.

Julian opened his mouth, but he wasn't able to voice his question because Cherise spoke first.

"I'm fine," Cherise smirked, which caused Tristan and Julian to share a look and look back at Cherise, who already looked like her usual self and not the trembling and pitiful woman Julain carried away from Hudson's place. "Cherise..." Tristan hesitated to ask, but in the end, he blurted out, "Did you bang your head, or did he strike you anywhere in the head?"

Cherise rolled her eyes and said, "I was just pretending to be meek and cried, alright?"

Tristan gaped at her before asking, "Why did you pretend like that?"

"Because he seems to like that sort of woman," Cherise said offhandedly.

"You want him back?" Tristan asked, horrified at the thought.

Cherise groaned and replied, "God, no. I mean, I was betting he would let me go if I acted that way. He used to be disgusted with me acting that way during our marriage.

"You didn't look like you succeeded," Tristan said dryly.

"Oh, I did," Cherise smirked. He stopped kissing me, she added in her mind. Too lazy to be questioned by Tristan, she ordered him to start working on the assignments she had given him.

"Go to my study. There's an extra laptop you can use," she said.

Tristan stood and begrudgingly went to do what she asked.

"Cherise..." Julian spoke after they were left alone in the living room. "Are you really alright?"

"Yes, I am," she reassured him.

"What did he do to you?" Julian asked.

"The usual," Cherise replied and added when Julian raised an eyebrow, "he kissed me."

Julian's expression darkened before it softened again. "Are you sure you don't harbor any more feelings for him?"

"Not you, too," Cherise groaned. "Don't worry, I was really only acting. Going hard against him didn't work, so I went the other way."

Julian looked at her long and hard before exhaling and said, "Don't let him treat you that way again, alright? Tristan was frantic and panicking when he called me."

Cherise could imagine it, and suddenly, she felt guilty. "I'm sorry to have worried you," she said.

Julian shook his head and said, "You don't have to apologize as long as you are alright."

"I am more than alright," Cherise replied and smirked again. "Did you see how I trashed his living room? All those antiques and paintings. It must have cost him a lot of money to replace them."

Julian shook his head helplessly, and after making sure once again that his sister was alright, he left as he was in the middle of an important international conference meeting when Tristan called him, and they were waiting for him to return.

Cherise asked him to go back and take care of it. After he left, she went straight to the shower and made sure she scrubbed any traces of Hudson off her body-his scent, his touch, and his kiss.

She had goosebumps when she had to pretend to be meek and had to cry in front of Hudson. She knew Hudson would let her go if she pretended to be like that, but she thought he would be disgusted at her, just like when they were married. However, she didn't realize he would be soft and gentle instead.

That gave her more goosebumps. This was the first time he was so gentle toward her, but it was already too late. She didn't have any feelings for him anymore.

Hopefully, he wouldn't kiss her anymore because he saw the guilt in his eyes when she started crying. If he still did, she shuddered just at the thought of it. If it still happened, then he was even more bastardly than she thought.

After she finished showering and getting dressed, she went to join Tristan in her study. She had better things to do than think about her ex-husband.