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Another Surprise
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He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back The Make Up
Imogene Scott I’m not sure my mind was able to register Fiona’s sob story. How Damien left her after I left town. And how she found out she was pregnant but never told him because he seemed to have lost all interest in her after he lost me.No matter how much she tries to explain like she’s doing right now, it still doesn’t add up. But it doesn’t stop the ache in my chest either. The thought that this might actually be true, scares me. Fiona had Damien’s child?“Here.” Fiona says, as she pulls a piece of paper out of her purse, then slides it across the table. “Take a look.”With shaky hands, I grab it and stare at it for a moment. It’s a paternity test and it says Larry’s matches Damien’s. My blood runs cold and I raise my head to meet Fiona’s gaze. To see if I can find any sign of deceit, any little sign that all this is made up.But there’s none. The last part of my heart breaks and I clutch the paper tightly to stop the pain from ripping through my guts. It’s true. It’s really
Last Updated : 2024-09-14He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Grand Gesture
Damien ShawFollowing Day… The engine hums softly as I pull up in front of Sadio Vouche, the five-star restaurant with luxury and exclusivity. It recently just opened and right now, it’s a hot goss. I stare up at the towering glass facade, watching the lights twinkle like stars against the polished black stone exterior. This place is everything I need tonight—extravagant, grand, and utterly unforgettable. Perfect for what I’m planning.I’ve been thinking about this night, since Imogene and I shared that kiss. It was brief, and even though she told me to forget about it, even though she said it meant nothing, it gave me hope—hope that maybe, just maybe, she could finally come back to me. And tonight is the anniversary of the day we got married. A day that once meant everything to her. I glance at the clock on the dashboard. 5:30 PM. Plenty of time. I take a deep breath, my fingers tightening on the steering wheel for a moment. This has to be perfect. If I can recreate the magi
Last Updated : 2024-09-14He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Deserving Better
Imogene Scott “I guess you’re finally getting together with your hot landlord.” Elinor says as I walk into my bedroom after putting Lily to sleep.I shouldn’t have told her about the date with Keith tonight. She’s not ever gonna shut up about it. One part of me feels guilty, going on a date with another man on the same date of my wedding anniversary with Damien. But it doesn’t matter, we’re not married anymore.“It’s just two people having dinner.” I say under my breath as I settle in front of my dressing mirror. “I’m literally doing this to rid myself of that guilty conscience for bailing on the VR workshop.”“Right, right.” Elinor says. “Keep convincing yourself while I help you with your make up.”I’m in my white robe and flip flops and I haven’t decided on anything yet. Even the dress I’ll be wearing. Elinor helps me with my hair, she skewers it up like a bun and adds a little bit of gel to smoothen the edges before adding a few ornaments.After she goes extra with the hai
Last Updated : 2024-09-15He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back The Other Surprise
Imogene Scott The car comes to a smooth stop in front of the restaurant, and for a moment, I just sit there, staring at the entrance of Sadio Vouche. My heart feels like it’s caught between a slow, heavy thud and a rapid flutter, uncertain of how to steady itself. I take a deep breath, adjusting the hem of my dress and running my fingers along the delicate fabric. It’s the one Keith sent to me. I tossed Damien’s own aside. Plus, this dress is perfect. It clings to my figure elegantly with just the right amount of allure. The color being black makes me feel confident too—like I’m in control of myself tonight. I need that control. I need it more than ever.Keith is already out of the car, walking around to open the door for me. “You ready?” he asks, flashing me a warm, reassuring smile as he offers his hand.I take it, my fingers sliding into his, and step out of the car. The evening air is crisp but not cold, just enough to keep me alert. I’m ready for this. Tonight, I just nee
Last Updated : 2024-09-15He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Oh, Shit
Imogene Scott The room is bathed in soft, golden light, and the scent of roses fills the air. Thousands of roses, everywhere. Petals scattered across the floor, bouquets placed on every surface. But that’s not what takes my breath away. It’s the slideshow projected on the wall—the images of Damien and me, together. Happy. In love. The photos slide by, one after another, each one tugging at the fragile threads of my heart. Our wedding anniversary. Our first vacation. Moments I thought I’d buried deep inside myself.I blink back the tears that sting my eyes, refusing to let them fall. This is a trick. This is manipulation. Damien is trying to pull me back in with memories, with things that no longer matter because the reality is, he has a child with Fiona. That’s the truth I can’t escape, no matter how much I once loved him.“I don’t want any of this,” I manage to say, my voice hoarse as I tear my gaze away from the pictures.Damien’s brows furrow. “Why not, Imogene? We can still
Last Updated : 2024-09-15He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Why Does It Feel Like I’m Losing Something All Over Again?
Imogene Scott My breath catches in my throat as Keith reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small black box. No. This can’t be happening. My mind is spinning, trying to process everything all at once. Don’t do this. Please. By now, a lot of people have gathered with their phones up and looking at us with anticipating eyes. But this isn’t how it works. We can’t go for being barely friends to whatever we’re about to be. Shit.Keith drops down on one knee, opening the box to reveal a diamond ring that sparkles in the soft glow of the garden lights. “Imogene Scott,” he says, softly. “Will you marry me?”I’m frozen. The words don’t make sense in my head. This is too soon. Too fast. And yet, here he is, proposing with a ring in his hand, and Damien standing just feet away, watching this unfold. I glance over at Damien, and his face is a mixture of disbelief and something else—something that looks like hurt. Genuine hurt. His jaw tightens, and I can see the muscles in his face t
Last Updated : 2024-09-15He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Misunderstood
Imogene Scott The engagement ring on my finger feels strange, as I run my thumb over the stone. It’s beautiful, anyone would say so. But I can’t shake the unsettling thought that it’s all wrong. Keith is nearby, greeting people who approach to congratulate him. And here I am, hiding in the shadowed corner of the garden, wondering what I’ve done. Just a few minutes ago, I’d looked at Damien, seen the way his face twisted with hurt, and that rush of victory had felt intoxicating. But now, as I stand alone with this ring on my finger, I can’t find that satisfaction. I wanted to hurt him. And I did. But maybe I hurt myself in the process, too. I’m startled as Keith finds me, weaving through the guests until he’s standing at my side. He reaches for my hand. “Is everything okay?” His eyes are soft. I force myself to smile. “Yes. Just needed a minute to breathe.” He pulls me into a gentle embrace, resting his chin atop my head. “Take all the time you need. I know this was sudden.” Su
Last Updated : 2024-09-15He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Unbounded Anger
Damien Shaw I storm out of the restaurant, my mind spinning, heart racing. Imogene—my Imogene—just got engaged to Keith. Keith. Right in front of me. How is any of that even possible? My feet move faster, but I feel like I’m wading through thick mud. My brain is unable to fully process what just happened. Each breath I take feels like a punch to the gut, sharp and unforgiving. After everything, after all I’ve done to show Imogene that I’m different now, that I’m ready to be the man she and our Lily deserve, she stabs me in the back like this?And she had to use Fiona as an excuse. And Larry, a name I’ve never heard before. I’m sure it’s all a misunderstanding but Imogene never had the intention of listening to me or what I had to say. She just believed whatever she wanted. I’m sure Fiona has something to do with this, but I dint have the strength to confront tonight.I reach the car and yank open the door, slamming it shut behind me. My fingers clench the steering wheel as if h
Last Updated : 2024-09-15
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He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Leave Of Absence
Imogene Scott I pull back from Damien’s embrace. He exhales heavily, brushing his fingers over my cheek before saying, "I need to get back to work. I’ll see you at home tonight."I frown. "You don’t think you should go home first? Shower, change?"He smirks, rubbing his jaw. "It’s already midday, I’ll do everything later tonight."I shake my head, wrapping my arms around him again despite the sweat and stress clinging to his skin. "I want to hug you all day even though you smell so bad.""No, I don’t," he scoffs, tightening his hold on me. "You’re just being mean."I smile against his chest, inhaling deeply before stepping back. "Where are you headed now?" he asks, brushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear."Lily’s school."His expression shifts. "Something wrong?"I open my mouth to say no—because I don’t want to worry him, because I know how he gets—but then I remember: no more secrets. That’s what we promised each other.I press my lips together and nod. "One of Lily’s clas
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Forgiveness
Damien Shaw I take a deep breath, my fingers tightening around the pen in my hand as I stare at Imogene. The way she’s looking at me—hurt, disappointed—makes something sharp twist in my chest, but I refuse to let it show. I remind myself why I stayed at the office last night, why I drowned myself in work instead of coming home. Because she needs to understand. Because she’s reckless. Because she keeps putting herself in situations that put our family in danger, and she doesn’t seem to grasp that her actions have consequences.But then there’s the guilt too, gnawing at the back of my mind. I didn’t just stay here to punish her—I stayed because I didn’t trust myself not to say something I’d regret. And now, looking at her standing in front of me, holding that ultrasound picture, my resolve wavers.God, I want to take it from her. I want to reach for it, to see them, to feel something other than this exhaustion and frustration. But if I give in too quickly, she’ll think she can get
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Cold
Imogene Scott The morning air is crisp as I step out of the house, wrapping my coat a little tighter around myself. A light breeze brushes against my skin as I feel the chill settle in my lungs.I climb into my car, my hands gripping the cold steering wheel as I exhale. My mind is full of thoughts, but the one at the forefront is Damien. He didn’t come home last night. I’d stayed up, waiting, hoping the sound of his footsteps would echo through the hallway. But all I got was silence.When I finally called his office, an employee answered and confirmed what I’d already suspected. He had spent the night there, drowning himself in work just to avoid me. That’s how furious he was. My chest tightens as I pull out of the driveway, gripping the steering wheel a little harder.I plan on stopping by his office later, but first, my doctor’s appointment. Then Lily’s school.The hospital is a fifteen-minute drive, but it feels longer. My mind keeps circling back to Damien’s face last night,
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Killer Baby
Imogene’s pov I watch as Damien storms out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him with a force that rattles the walls. My hands tremble at my sides, my heart hammering against my ribs. I knew he would be upset—I expected anger, frustration—but not this kind of fury. Not the kind that makes his voice shake with disappointment, that makes his eyes burn with something dangerously close to resentment.I sit down heavily on the edge of the bed, exhaling a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. My mind races. How did he find out? Who told him? And why, after everything, does it still hurt that he’s so mad at me? He’s the only person left standing beside me in this storm, and now I feel like I’m losing him too.Subconsciously, I place my hands over my belly. The twins stir inside me, and I close my eyes. I’m due in two months. Two months until my life changes again. Two months until I’m holding them in my arms. But will I even be here for them? Or will I be behind bars, labeled “
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Reckless
Damien Shaw I step into my office, and the shift in the atmosphere is immediate. The air feels charged, thick with something. Eyes flicker toward me, then dart away, as if my presence is suddenly a weight they can’t bear to acknowledge. It’s been like this for days—whispers in the corridors, hushed conversations that stop the moment I step too close.They see me as a man protecting a murderer.I clench my jaw, ignoring the way my employees’ gazes follow me as I make my way to my office. The door clicks shut behind me, and I exhale slowly, my fingers pressing against my temples. The scandal is bleeding into IMU, seeping into the cracks, poisoning the foundation I spent years building. It isn’t just the company’s reputation at stake—investors are losing faith, deals are slipping through the cracks.And worst of all, there’s no solid proof that Imogene is innocent.I sit down, leaning back in my chair, the leather creaking beneath my weight. I need a plan. Something to turn this arou
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Spiraling
Imogene Scott I grip the steering wheel, my knuckles whitening as I pull into the parking lot of the police station. My heart is hammering against my ribcage, so loud it nearly drowns out the hum of the engine. A part of me screams to turn back, to go home, to pretend I never got that text. But another part—the logical, rational part—knows that avoiding this will only make me look guilty.I take a deep breath, steadying myself before stepping out of the car. I pull my coat tighter around my body, trying to suppress the shiver crawling up my spine. The station’s glass doors slide open, and I walk in, my heels clicking against the tiled floor. The fluorescent lights overhead are too bright, making my skin prickle.A female officer greets me. “Mrs. Shaw, this way.”My stomach clenches. My voice feels lodged in my throat as I follow her down the hall. She leads me into an interrogation room, and I hesitate before stepping inside. The walls are bare, painted a dull gray, and the sing
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Deja Vu
Imogene scott The next morning I wake up early to make breakfast for Damien as a thank you for the ice cream yesterday. It’s not like I was able to sleep anyway. I slip into my flip flops and walk out of the room. Damien is still sleeping because it’s still 6:30pm. The scent of scrambled eggs hits me the moment I step off the last stair. I pause. That’s strange. It’s Saturday. Sheila shouldn’t be here this early. I pull my robe tighter around my body, shivering even though the house is warm. I walk into the kitchen to see Sheila standing at the stove, humming softly as she stirs a pan of eggs. There’s already a plate of bacon resting on the counter, and the coffee machine is also gurgling.“Sheila?” I say.She looks over her shoulder, startled. “Oh! Morning, Imogene.” I frown. “What are you doing here so early?” Sheila blinks at me, then lets out a small chuckle like I just told a joke she doesn’t quite get. “You asked me to come early today.” My stomach dips. “I did?”
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Mind Games
Damien Shaw I curse under my breath for what feels like the hundredth time today, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turn white. My patience is running thin, and I swear I’m two seconds away from throwing my damn phone out the window. It had started early this morning—my private number, the one only family and close friends should have access to, had been blown up by reporters. I have no idea how they got it, but every few minutes, another call comes in, another message, another desperate attempt to dig their claws deeper into the mess surrounding Imogene. I lean back against the headrest and take a deep breath, but it does nothing to ease the tension sitting in my chest. Outside, the estate is quiet now, but hours ago, it had been a different story. Protesters had crowded outside the gates, chanting about justice for Georgia Aiko, waving their signs like they had already convicted Imogene in their heads. I had my men clear them out, but I know it’s not over
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Killer Mum
Imogene Scott5 days later… “Why were you in the parking lot with Miss Georgia Aiko?” The detective’s voice is sharp, slicing through the thick air of the interrogation room. I don’t respond right away. Not because I don’t want to—but because I’ve already answered this question a dozen times. “I told you,” I say. “I was there to meet someone.” His gaze is unreadable, his fingers tapping impatiently against the file in front of him. The walls are bare except for a clock ticking agonizingly slow. I feel like I’ve been in here for hours. “We checked,” the detective says, leaning forward. “There was no meeting scheduled with any reporter named Simon. We called the number you provided. No answer. So why don’t you start telling us the truth?” “I am telling you the truth,” I say, frustration bubbling under my skin. “Georgia and I were supposed to meet a reporter. He never showed up. Someone hit me on the head, and the next thing I knew, she was—” My voice catches. I take a de
