บททั้งหมดของ Mummy, please go back to Daddy.: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

SINCERE APOLOGIES FOR THE LATE UPDATE, IM A STUDENT...EXAMS 🥲**Cherry’s POV** I remembered Sharon. She was one of the guests at my wedding with Dylan—when we were still married. Back then, she acted like a harmless admirer, always finding excuses to visit our house. She was head over heels for my husband, constantly seeking his attention, even in my presence. I didn’t take her antics to heart. I thought she was just being kind, given that Dylan was the alpha of our pack. Little did I know, she wasn’t just being kind—she was scheming. After I left, she wasted no time sinking her claws into Dylan. And now, here she was, flaunting her self-proclaimed status as his woman, even though they weren’t married yet. The audacity she displayed, raising her hand to slap my child, was the last straw. “You’re nothing but a mistress, Sharon,” I spat, my voice dripping with venom. “You haven’t earned the right to call yourself his wife. And if you ever lay a finger on my child, I’ll make you r

Cherry's POV I was having a lovely time with Maurice, the dim lighting of the restaurant complementing his warm smile and easy laughter. Yet, my mood soured the moment my eyes landed on Dylan and Sharon. Of all places, why must they be here? Was this a coincidence, or was Dylan following me? The idea sent a ripple of annoyance down my spine. And why did they have to book a seat so close to ours? My grip on the edge of the table tightened, my knuckles turning white. Every glance in their direction made my heart race with a mix of irritation and unease. When Dylan finally had the audacity to question why I was here with Maurice, I almost choked on my drink. His tone was sharp, almost accusatory, as if he had a right to demand answers. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. “Why I’m here with Maurice is none of your business, Dylan,” I snapped, trying to keep my voice steady even though my chest burned with frustration. “You don’t get to interfere in my personal affairs.” Sharon, e

cherry's POV From my office, I leaned back in my chair, my eyes fixed on the multiple screens displaying various angles of my company’s premises. The CCTV feed was my silent guardian, revealing the movements of everyone who dared step into my territory. When Dylan’s sleek black car rolled into the parking lot, my chest tightened in anticipation. Of course, he was here—again. The man didn’t know how to take no for an answer. I watched as he exited the car, his jaw tight and his posture radiating arrogance. My lips curved into a cold smile. This wasn’t a social call; it was an ambush. I reached for my phone and typed a quick message to my secretary, instructing her to deny him access to my office. She had handled worse situations with finesse, and I trusted her to do the same this time. As I saw her intercept Dylan at the door, the disappointment on his face was almost satisfying. However, my satisfaction didn’t last long. Seconds later, Gabriel, his cousin, walked in, his stride conf

**Cherry's POV (Revised and Lengthened)** The audacity of them—how dare they think I’m not Lady C? The moment I stepped into the grand hall, their skeptical gazes pierced me. The whispers grew louder, crawling over my skin like an unwelcome chill. It was almost unbearable. Did they truly believe I lacked the qualifications to stand here, to own this identity? I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms as I fought to keep my composure. Five long years at one of the top design universities in the United States, countless sleepless nights perfecting my craft, and they had the nerve to reduce me to my past. A housewife. Dylan’s wife. Their small minds couldn’t fathom that I could have evolved beyond the person they once knew. But, of course, I shouldn’t have been surprised. How could I expect them to understand my growth when they hadn’t been there to witness it? I straightened my back, forcing a confident smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. They would see. They would *all*

**Cherry's POV** I couldn’t deny it—when Gabriel stepped into the hall, I already knew what was about to happen. My heart thudded in anticipation, but my face remained calm, a perfect mask of composure. Gabriel’s entrance was not just an arrival—it was a declaration. He was going to clear the air about me. He was going to reveal the truth about who I was, whether I was the enigmatic Lady C or just a figment of someone’s delusions. Dylan, however, had other plans. From the moment I stepped into the hall, he’d been attempting to ruin my night. His desperate attempts to discredit me were as pitiful as they were predictable. And all of it because of his fiancée—or rather, his so-called fiancée—Sharon. She was the architect of this chaos, a puppet master pulling Dylan’s strings to her tune. As Sharon’s shrill voice rang out, demanding that I leave the hall, I felt a surge of anger rise within me. Her audacity was unmatched. My lips curled into a sardonic smile as I glanced her way. S