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He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Good News, Bad News
Damien Shaw Two more kids. The words are still sinking in. I watch Imogene get off the examination bed. She meets my gaze, and I feel like I'm really seeing her again for the first time. I thank the doctor, then reach for Lily’s hand and guide both of them out of the hospital.As we drive home, I can’t help but keep glancing at her. She’s turned toward the window, and I steal every moment I can to study her profile. Her hand rests on her stomach now in a protective way, like she’s already taking care of our two babies.“Stop staring,” she says, glancing at me.I smile, shaking my head. “How can I? I feel like the luckiest person on earth right now.”“I can’t believe it either, Damien. Two more kids…” I reach over and take her hand, squeezing it. “You’re going to have to take extra care of yourself now, Imogene. No excuses. You’re listening to me on this.”She raises an eyebrow. “I’m not a child, Damien.”“Right now, you are. And we’re already taking care of everything with the
Last Updated : 2024-11-14He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Forever Isn’t Real
Imogene Scott I’m standing here realizing I can no longer avoid my greatest fear—Breonna leaving—because this time, she’s not just moving a few blocks away or traveling for a weekend; she’s actually going far away to New York City. My chest feels tight, like someone’s twisted a rope around my ribs and is pulling it, tighter and tighter with every passing second.“I’ll leave you two to talk.” Damien says, sensing the tension.He walks down the corridors and disappears into the bedroom, shutting the door loudly behind me. He’s probably trying to let us know he’s not eavesdropping and cannot hear us.“New York, huh?” I say slowly, glancing down at my palms. They’re clammy and shaky. I’m struggling to keep myself steady. But there’s this creeping unease crawling up my spine, the same feeling I had when I thought Damien was never coming back. It’s bad, this feeling, it feels like something is breaking, even though I can’t quite see what.“Yes. I also wasn’t expecting it,” Breonna says,
Last Updated : 2024-11-14He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back It Never End
Imogene Scott Two weeks later…Damien’s voice is calm as he repeats himself. “You do know you don’t have to work, right?” I pretend not to hear him as I pull the zipper of my dress up, looking at my reflection in the bedroom mirror. I adjust the hem and smooth my hands down the fabric, avoiding his eyes. But I can feel his gaze burning into my back. He’s been like this for two weeks now.“Imogene,” he says again.I take a deep breath, letting my hands fall to my sides. Turning around, I meet his eyes. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed. I knew this would be hard, hell, it’s been hard for me, too. But Damien’s worry has only made it harder. The doctors told us to be extra careful with my health, with the babies’ health, and it’s rattled him in a way I’ve never seen before. He hasn’t even been to the office since we got back from Hong Kong. He’s been working remotely, controlling everything. But I can tell it’s eating at him. We can’t both sit around, holding our breaths and wa
Last Updated : 2024-11-20He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Danger
Imogene Scott The moment I pull up in front of Breonna’s building, my heart is pounding so loudly I can feel it in my ears. Something is wrong. I don’t know what, but my hands shake as I push the car door open and step onto the pavement.I rush inside and press the button to Breonna’s floor. When I reach her apartment, I see Emmett standing outside the door. He looks uncharacteristically disheveled. He glances at me as I approach.“She’s still not answering,” he says, his voice tight. I step past him and knock hard on the door. “Breonna? It’s me! Open up!” I call, my voice cracking slightly. There’s no response. I try again, louder this time, but all I hear is the faint hum of the building’s air conditioning. “She’s in there,” Emmett says, his hands running through his hair. “I know she is. I heard her moving earlier.”“Go get the master key from the security guard. Now.”He nods and takes off down the hall. I stay by the door, my palms pressed flat against it. My chest feels
Last Updated : 2024-11-20He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Hospitalized.
Damien Shaw I slam my foot on the gas, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles are white. My heart is pounding in my chest, as I push through traffic toward the city hospital. Imogene’s voice on the phone replays in my head. She hadn’t told me why she wanted me at the hospital, and she’s stopped answering my calls too. What if something happened to the babies? Or to her? The thought nearly sends me careening off the road as I swerve back into my lane. I arrive at the hospital and barely remember parking. I’m out of the car in seconds, rushing into the emergency ward. Then I see her. Imogene is standing near the doors, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her face pale is a little pale but that’s about it. Relief floods through me, and I don’t even notice the man standing next to her. I close the distance in a few strides. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” My hands reach for her, scanning her body like I’m trying to confirm with my own eyes that she’s fine
Last Updated : 2024-11-29He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back I Don’t Need You
“Damien,” she whispers. “I’m sorry. I was reckless… and stupid…” “Everything is going to be fine, Bre,” I murmur, squeezing her hand gently. She opens her eyes, tears spilling down her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she whispers again.I shake my head, leaning closer. “No, Bre. I’m sorry. I wasn’t there when you needed me. This, none of this, should’ve happened.” Her lips tremble, but before she can say more, the door opens behind me. I glance over my shoulder as Imogene and Emmett walk in.Imogene approaches first. “How are you, baby?” Breonna offers a weak smile. “I’m fine. Thank you for everything, Imogene.” Imogene brushes a strand of hair away from her face. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” Breonna’s eyes flicker between us nervously before she asks, “What did the nurse say?” I take a deep breath. “You’ll have to keep the baby, Bre. Another attempt would be too dangerous.” Breonna lets out a long, weary sigh, but before she can respond, Emmett speaks up. “I’ll take responsibili
Last Updated : 2024-11-29He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back You’re Going To Be Okay
Imogene Scott Three weeks have passed, but the stress of it still clings to me. The sterile smell of disinfectant in the hospital room is almost comforting now. I sit on the edge of Breonna’s bed, folding the last of her clothes into a small overnight bag. “I can’t believe I’ve been stuck here for three weeks,” Breonna says. She’s lying on the bed, her back propped up against the stiff hospital pillows, looking more herself now. The color has returned to her cheeks, and there’s a little hint of determination in her eyes that I haven’t seen in a while. I fold the last blouse, smoothing out the wrinkles as I reply, “I’m just glad you and the baby are better now. It’s a shame we haven’t heard from Emmett since he stormed out of here.” Breonna shrugs. “It’s no big deal. I don’t need him anyway.” Her words are sharp, almost too sharp, as if she’s trying to convince herself more than me. I glance up at her, frowning. “Are you sure? You’re really going to be able to cope in
Last Updated : 2024-12-02He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Night Out
Imogene Scott A week has passed now and Breonna is leaving in two days so we’re having a girls night out tonight. I step out of my room into the hallway, pulling my coat tighter around me. I’m adjusting the collar when I nearly run into Lily, who’s standing in the middle of the hallway in her pink pajamas, clutching her stuffed bunny. “Can I join you, Mummy?” she asks.Before I can answer, Breonna appears from one of the guest rooms, already dressed in a sleek, dark coat. “It’s just us girls tonight,” she says.Lily’s little face scrunches. “I’m a girl!” “That’s exactly why you’re going to stay home with Daddy tonight,” I say, bending down to brush her cheek with a kiss. Damien steps out of the bedroom then, holding my purse. “You forgot this,” he says, handing it over. “Thank you,” I reply, kissing him on the cheek. He looks at me and says softly. “Take care of yourself tonight. And please, no drinks.” “I know what’s best for the twins,” I reply, resting a hand o
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He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Day 3
Imogene Scott I slept through the night for the first time in weeks. No jolting awake. No sweat-slicked skin. No dreams of drowning in shadows. Just silence. Stillness. Peace.My eyes open slowly, blinking into the quiet morning light spilling through the gauzy white curtains. The ocean breeze flows in from the slightly open window. My head doesn’t feel like it’s been split in two.I pull the blanket down and sit up, cradling my growing belly with both hands. The twins will be here in a few weeks. Two heartbeats fluttering beneath my skin. Two tiny souls I haven't even met, but already love with an intensity that’s terrifying and beautiful all at once.My fingers press gently into the bump. “You two are going to be okay,” I whisper. “We’re all going to be okay.”A soft smile pulls at my lips. It’s real this time. Not the kind I force at dinner tables or mirror reflections. No, this one is real.“What are you smiling about?”Damien’s voice startles me. I look up as he steps into
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Way Back
Damien Shaw The sun spills through the curtains as my eyes flutter open. I groan, registering the soreness in my bones. I rub at my face, letting my hand fall onto the bed beside me…It’s empty.My heart kicks up, a sudden thrum against my ribs.Imogene is not here.The sheets are still warm, faintly scented with her shampoo and her pillow’s half-squashed. She couldn’t have gone far. But still… my throat tightens as I sit up fast, pushing the blanket off. My bare feet hit the cool wood floor and I stand, eyes scanning the quiet bedroom.I don’t call out. Not yet. My gut twists like it always does when she disappears from my line of sight. I step into the hallway, and I’m immediately hit with a warm, sweet and smoky smell.Pancakes?I follow the scent into the kitchen, tension loosening slightly with each step. And then I see her.She’s standing by the stove, her back to me, swaying ever so slightly to some melody in her head. She’s barefoot, in nothing but my oversized black T-shir
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Day One
Imogene Scott“Mummy, how long are you going to be gone?” Lily’s small voice floats toward me.I pause, my hand hovering over the zipper of my suitcase. The last dress is folded neatly inside and I press it down before turning to face her. She’s standing by the edge of the bed.“Mummy will be back in a few days,” I say gently, kneeling in front of her and smoothing her curls with my palm. She looks at me like she’s studying me, trying to see if I’m telling the truth or just saying what I think she wants to hear.“Will Mummy be better by then?” she asks.My breath catches.Better.I nod, brushing my thumb across her cheek.“Yes, baby. Mummy will be fine.”Lily thinks about that for a second, then smiles. “Yes, then Mummy can go. Anty Kia will take good care of me.”A soft knock sounds on the door just as I press a kiss to Lily’s forehead. Sheila steps in. “Is there anything else you want to take to the water park, Lily?” she says.Before Lily can answer, Kia walks in right behind
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Idea
Imogene Scott When I open my eyes, it’s dark outside.The ceiling fan spins slowly above me. My body feels warm as I place my palm on my forehead and try to register what time it is on the wall clock across the room. But my vision’s a little blurry and I can’t make out the numbers, so I sit up instead, blinking away the sleep.I swing my legs off the bed and the cold wooden floor kisses my bare feet. I tug Damien’s hoodie tighter around me before padding to the door. I didn’t mean to sleep that long. I was just going to close my eyes for a few minutes.The hallway is dim. I make my way down slowly, hand on the banister. My joints still feel a little stiff from laying in one position for too long.When I reach the last step, I spot him.Damien’s seated at the dining table, one elbow propped up, his head resting in his palm. His hair’s tousled like he’s run his hand through it a hundred times tonight.“Hey there,” I say, softly.His head snaps up.“You’re awake?” His voice is low.
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Getaway
Damien Shaw I help Imogene off the examination table slowly, my hands gripping her waist. She's light and it unsettles me more than I let on. She sits up and swings her legs over the edge, her fingers resting on my forearm to steady herself."I'm okay," she says softly.She’s not. But I nod anyway. We walk out of the room together and back into the office, where Dr. Rogers is typing something into her computer. The click of the keys fills the silence.She looks up and smiles, though there's a trace of something behind her eyes. Concern, maybe. Caution."Everything looks good so far," she says. "But we’re entering the home stretch now. Just a few more weeks. You both need to be careful, especially you, Imogene."Imogene nods politely. “We will.”I thank her and reach for the door handle, ready to leave. I’m already thinking about the drive home, when Dr Rogers calls out to me. “Damien, could I speak to you for a second?”I stop and glance at Imogene.“I’ll wait in the car,” she
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Us
Damien Shaw“You worry too much,” she says. “I’m fine.”I don’t believe her. But I let it slide. For now.I bring her hand to my lips and kiss it gently, holding on a little longer. Then I lean back and press on the gas, taking us the rest of the way.We pull into the hospital’s underground lot. I park, unbuckle, and rush around to open her door. She steps out slowly, her hand finding mine. Her fingers are colder than usual.Inside, the halls are clean, overly bright. We walk in silence to Dr. Roger’s office.She’s waiting when we arrive. “Glad to see Damien’s with you today.”I offer a hand. “Nice to see you too, Doctor.”We sit side-by-side, the chairs squeaking slightly beneath us. Imogene sits with perfect posture, her dress flowing around her legs.“So,” Dr. Roger says gently, “how are you feeling about everything?”“I’m fine,” Imogene says with a small smile.Her hand is in mine. I squeeze it.The doctor nods slowly. “Let’s go to the examination room. I want to check on the tw
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back The visit
Damien Shaw Returning to the living room, something feels...off.Imogene’s still sitting at the dining table, arms wrapped tightly around Lily. Her head turns the moment she hears me, and just like that, she lets go.I step closer. “Everything okay?”She lifts her face and gives me a smile. It's warm but it doesn’t reach her eyes. I see it immediately. “Just feeling a little emotional,” she says.I nod slowly. I don’t push, even though every instinct in me is screaming that something’s not right. “Eat up,” I say instead, nodding toward her plate.She nods and picks up her fork. I head to the counter, grab Lily’s pink backpack, and step outside. The spring air hits me as I open the back door of the car and slide Lily’s bag inside. My phone buzzes in my pocket, but I ignore it. By the time I’m back inside, Imogene’s finished eating. She wipes her lips gently, her eyes briefly flickering up to meet mine. I offer my hand.“Let’s go,” I say.She places her hand in mine. Lily ski
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Unstable
The last chapter has been edited. Read before you proceed. Imogene Scott Sunlight spills across the bed like golden syrup, warm and soft against my skin. I shift under the sheets, groaning quietly as I feel the heat against my eyelids. I blink once, then again, and finally push myself up on my elbow. Damien stands by the window, arms folded, wearing that smug little smile he always wears when he thinks he’s caught me being adorable. He’s already dressed in a gray fitted T-shirt and black joggers. His hair is damp from a shower, and he looks annoyingly refreshed. “Rise and shine, sweetie.” I groan and drag the covers over my head. “Ugh… it’s too early in the morning.” “It’s almost eleven,” he says with a chuckle. I fling the duvet back just enough to peek at him. “How did I sleep for that long?” He walks over, sits on the edge of the bed, and leans in with a playful glint in his eye. “Because I cuddled you in my arms all night.” I snort. “No. You’re not my sleeping pill.” “S
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Help
Imogene Scott As soon as Damien walks out the door, I let out a slow breath. It’s soft, almost soundless, like I’m trying not to break something fragile that still lives inside me. Maybe it’s me. Maybe I’m what’s fragile now. He really cares about me. I know that. Every word, every touch, every look tonight, he’s trying. He always has. But the truth is, I’m struggling. I don’t know where I’m at anymore. Everything feels fuzzy, like the world has gone slightly out of focus and I’m squinting to make it make sense again. I sit up slowly, brushing my hair back from my face. It’s still damp from the shower earlier, curling at the ends in soft, stubborn waves. I reach for my slippers and slide my feet in. They make a soft shuffling sound against the hardwood as I walk toward the door. It’s just 8 p.m. The hallway is dim and the air smells faintly of pancakes, probably and something else... cinnamon maybe. Damien must’ve added cinnamon. I smile a little at the thought. He always adds t
