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He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Again
Damien Shaw I pull into the parking lot, tires screeching a bit too loudly on the pavement. My pulse matches the speed I drove to get here. I check the time. It’s late, way too late for the dinner I promised Imogene. The meeting had lasted a bit too long and I got so caught up in the moment that I lost track of time.The empty pit in my stomach sinks even deeper.I park the car, ready to head into the building when I spot Imogene sitting in her car. Her eyes are closed, her head leaned back against the headrest. She looks tired, but it’s more than that—it’s the disappointment hanging off her shoulders. I’ve seen it before. Too many times.I knock on her window, soft enough not to startle her but loud enough to pull her from her thoughts. Her eyes open slowly, locking onto mine. She doesn’t say anything. Just stares for a long moment, her expression unreadable, before she steps out of the car and heads toward the building without a word.“Imogene, wait.” My voice feels rough. Sh
Last Updated : 2024-10-13He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Surprise
Imogene Scott Saturday mornings are usually less burdensome for me. But this morning is a little different. I can’t seem to let go of the ache in my chest. I’m still mad at Damine for putting his work first over us yet again. I was really looking forward to our dinner last night and he bailed.One part of me can’t stop thinking maybe it was payback. But then again, Damien isn’t a child. He wouldn’t do that. He should’ve already called this morning though. Or at least show up. Why hasn’t he called to apologize?Around 7am, I go groceries shopping before Lily wakes up. The early October air cools some of my nerves as I cut across the street back to my apartment. My phone rings when I enter the lobby of my building. My heart skips a beat, but instead of Damien calling me, it’s Kia.Wait, why’s Kia calling?“Hey, Imogene.” Kia says when I pick up. “How are you?”“Good morning, cos.”“I just wanted to check in with you and Lily. You know, I feel like the whole scandal issue was my fa
Last Updated : 2024-10-13He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Lucky
Imogene Scott I place the note on the dining table and exhale. My breath is a little shaky as I head toward Lily’s room. She’s still asleep, her little chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. I pull the door shut quietly behind me and head for my bedroom.I rush through a shower and by the time I step out of the bath, the ache in my chest has dulled. I barely have time to wrap the towel around me before the doorbell rings. My heart stutters. Is it him?I walk to the door, the tiles cold under my bare feet. When I open it, there he is—Damien. His shirt is a little wrinkled and his hair is tousled. He’s probably been running his hands through it, stressing out about how to apologize. “Good morning,” he says.I don’t respond. He clears his throat. “About the flowers… Did you get them?”I cross my arms over my chest, the towel slipping slightly. “I had them dropped off at the hospital,”His brow furrows. “Why?”“Because I want us to have a real conversation, Damien,” I say.
Last Updated : 2024-10-13He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Check Up
Damien Shaw Imogene has been busy working with Keith for the last couple of days and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t pissing me off. I just don’t like the idea of those two together but then again, I trust Imogene.But do I trust Keith though?After Imogene and I settled the little misunderstanding we had, we’ve barely been able to spend time together. She’s heavily consumed by work and so am I. But I make sure to visit her and Lily every night after leaving my office.God, things would’ve been much easier if she would just move in with me. We’re engaged so what’s the hold up? I want to have to wake up beside her everyday and stare into her sleepy face. I want to be able to kiss her goodnight and watch her fall asleep next to me.The random sleepovers aren’t cutting it anymore. And then there’s the wedding. We haven’t talked about it since I proposed. Is she hesitating? Is she afraid of stepping into a life long commitment with me again? Or maybe she’s afraid I’ll fuck up like
Last Updated : 2024-10-14He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Swamped
Imogene Scott “At this rate, I might just let this project take my life and swallow me whole.” I grunt as I lean back in my seat. “God, I’ve barely had time for anyone, or even myself.”Keith grunts as he watches me from across the room. He’s across me in my office and he’s now lying on the cushion around a pile of paperworks.“I wouldn’t have taken this job if I knew there was so much paperworks involved.” he adds.I frown. “You could have any of your assistants do it for you.”“Where’s the fun in that?” he sits up. “This way I get to spend time with you. Platonically of course.”I smile. This project is taking more of my time than I expected. I’ve barely got time to spend with Damien and Lily. I was supposed to take my little girl for her routine checkup today. But I couldn’t because of work. Damien took her instead and we’d agreed he’d take Lily over to his place after. I’m going to go pick her up from there after work, or stay the night. I’m not sure yet.I’m glad I have Dami
Last Updated : 2024-10-14He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Talking
Imogene Scott I hate the idea of Kia tagging along for Lily’s check-up. It feels… wrong. It makes me feel like she’s stepping into a role that’s supposed to be mine. I grab my bag, heading out of the gallery. I instruct Emmett and Breonna to close up when I’m gone but deep down, I’m praying they don’t murder each other. I step into the cool night and into my car. As I drive, my grip tightens on the steering wheel, and my mind is racing, practicing how I’m going to tell Damien that no other woman should ever act like Lily’s mother. I’m her mother. Kia may be family, but this… My heart pounds with unease. It’s silly, I know that. But I can’t help feeling like Kia’s slowly encroaching on things that matter too much to me. Maybe it’s just insecurity rearing its ugly head, but I hate it. The drive feels longer than usual, and by the time I pull up to Damien’s house, I’m already rehearsing the conversation in my head for the hundredth time. I step out, nerves buzzing under my skin
Last Updated : 2024-10-14He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Sub Story
So, I was wondering if y'all want me to dive a little into Breonna and Emmett's story. Or not?
Last Updated : 2024-10-14He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Drifting Apart
Damien Shaw After my dinner with Imogene, the next few days have been a blur of work for her, and I’ve been trying my best to be patient. I know how important this project is for her, how much she’s poured into her gallery. But it’s hard, hard not to feel a little left behind. She’s barely been home, so Breonna has gone back to babysitting Lily again after school. Breonna and Lily mostly stays at my place because Imogene is never home on time. And anytime she is, she’s too exhausted to do much more than crash on the bed. It’s like I’m watching her slip further into this world of deadlines and meetings, while I stand on the sidelines, waiting for her to come back to me.I sit at the kitchen table, it’s almost 11pm. Lily is asleep upstairs in one of the rooms and Breonna is with her. Probably asleep too, I’m not sure. I glance at my phone, half-expecting a text from Imogene saying she’s running late again as usual. Nothing.I take a sip of my coffee—it's gone lukewarm by now—and ru
Last Updated : 2024-10-15
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He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Mystery Key
Imogene Scott I sit in the living room, wringing my hands together as I stare at the clock. The agency said they’d send the fourth candidate soon, but if she’s anything like the last three, I’m not sure I’ll survive the day. The first woman looked like she’d send me into an early grave with how tightly wound she was, and the second… I don’t even want to think about her. I could practically see her zoning out halfway through our conversation. The third one made me tilt my head in disbelief—a heavy coat, in this heat? On a blazing sunny day? What was she hiding under there? I shake my head, exasperated. A long sigh slips from my lips, and I sink further into the couch, staring at the sun-drenched curtains. Why is this so hard? I just want someone competent. Someone who can help me manage this house without driving me insane. The sharp ring of the doorbell jolts me upright. I spring to my feet, brushing invisible creases from my dress. Fourth time’s the charm, right? I don’t
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Carrying The Burden Alone
Damien Shaw "I don’t even know who to trust anymore." The words are frustrating as they leave my mouth. I press my hands flat against the edge of my desk, gripping it harder. Gerald stands across from me, his expression carefully neutral, but I can see the tension in his jaw. “Weaknesses in our security?” I continue. “And now we’re sure someone on the inside helped with the leak?”Gerald nods. “Yes. The evidence points to internal involvement. Possibly more than one person.” The idea sinks into my chest like a stone. More than one person. It’s almost unthinkable. My team, the people I’ve trusted, built this company with—could they really be working against me? My throat tightens at the thought. “We need a full background check on every employee,” I say. “No exceptions. I don’t care how long they’ve been with the company, whether they’re at the executive level or just interns. Go through them all.”Gerald hesitates, just for a second. “That’ll take time,” he says carefull
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Agreeing
Imogene Scott My mind is spinning as I step out of Lila’s office. Divorce papers. My father’s name on them. Lila’s isn’t. A billion-dollar check. For her? My heels echo sharply against the marble floor as I walk. In the lobby, I see the receptionist who texted me earlier and make my way toward her. She looks around nervously, then waves me over to a quieter corner. “You’re Mr. Scott’s daughter, right?” her voice low.“Yes,” I say. “Why?”She glances over her shoulder, then leans in, her voice barely above a whisper. “Your father was here the day before he was... you know. Killed. He and Lila had a huge fight in her office. I couldn’t hear what they were arguing about, but it was bad.”My stomach drops. “Do you remember anything else? Anything at all?” She shakes her head apologetically. “No, but... there’s something not right about her. She’s hiding something about this company. I’ve been here a long time, and I know when something’s off.”I blink, trying to process her word
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Uncovering More
Imogene Scott A week later… I sit in the stiff leather chair, my hands resting over my stomach. The waiting room is quiet and the door finally swings open. The doctor steps in, holding a folder. My breath hitches. This is routine, I remind myself. Routine. I’m here for my usual checkup. Alone this time. I had told Damien he didn’t have to accompany me since he’s been missing a lot work a lot lately because of me.“Mrs. Shaw,” The doctor says with a polite nod, gesturing for me to join him in his office. I follow, my heels clicking against the tile floor. His office smells faintly of antiseptic and lavender, maybe. I sit across from his desk, the folder now open in front of him. He doesn’t look alarmed, but there’s a wrinkle in his brow. “Imogene, I’m glad you came in today.” “Is everything alright?” He nods but steeples his fingers, leaning forward slightly. “The babies are fine, but your stress levels are higher than we’d like. It’s starting to show in your vitals
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Light
Imogene Scott The bedroom feels too big when Damien walks out. I sit up in bed, clutching the edge of the blanket. I let out a shaky breath, staring at the door he just closed. He’s going to ask me about therapy. I know he will. I don’t even know how to explain it. How do I tell him that sitting in that room felt like unpacking a suitcase only to realize you’ve brought nothing but broken things? That therapy didn’t feel like healing—it felt like dragging wounds out into the open and watching them bleed. I shake my head. I can’t stay in bed waiting for him to corner me. The quiet will drive me insane. I throw back the covers and swing my legs over the side of the bed. My head spins as I stand, but I grip the bedpost and steady myself. I shuffle to the door, trailing my hand along the wall as I make my way downstairs. The faint hum of the stovetop reaches my ears, along with the rhythmic sound of Damien chopping something. I stop at the edge of the kitchen and watch him.
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Frustrated
Damien Shaw “Please, keep the investigation discreet for now,” I say firmly, meeting Gerald’s gaze. My voice is steady, but my insides churn. Gerald nods and gathers his notes before leaving my office. The door clicks shut and I sink into my seat, pinching the bridge of my nose as my temples throb. Five meetings, all back-to-back in one morning. Each one is a battlefield of strategy, damage control, and trying to piece together what the hell is happening with this damn leak. My head feels like it’s about to split open, and the office suddenly seems unbearably warm. I loosen my tie and lean back, closing my eyes for a brief moment. I need just a second—one second to breathe— My phone vibrates against the desk, shattering the silence. I grab it immediately, hoping it’s Gerald with an update, but instead, I see Imogene’s name. It’s a text: Imogene: "I don’t think therapy is good for me."My stomach twists. Therapy. The session. What happened? My thumb hovers over her nam
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Fake Foundation
“Yes,” I say with a little more heat on it than I would’ve liked. “Because he believed in me. He believed I could do it.”“Okay.”“He believed in me.”“I understand.”Beat.“Can you tell me what happened after you helped him save the company?” Annie pauses to find the right words. This one I don’t want to answer but I feel like if I wiggle around it Annie will just come right back for the jugular with her follow up. I tread with caution.“Well… he got married again.”“And you?”“Yes, what about me?”“Were you in touch with him?”“Well, he had his new life. We barely kept touch.”Annie holds another of her trademark unreadable stares at me. Even though I can’t gauge the specics, I can tell there’s a lot of speculation going on. I feel theneed to add more.“Plus, we started keeping in touch again recently.” I give a little nod to punctuate my statement. I’m hoping that moved the dialon Annie’s judgment, but after a few seconds I can tell it didn’t.Annie purses her lips. “Who reached
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back The Session
Imogene Scott I sit down in the tufted chair opposite Dr Annie Eddie and let out a sigh. This is my first therapy session with her and I’m a little nervous. I’m only here because of Damien. Because I want to be better for him, for Lily and the twins. I tell her a few things about my life I’m comfortable telling anyone and she tells me in order to get to what’s underneath those emotions, what’s driving it, we need to unpack my life in a more comprehensive way.“Okay…” I’m hesitant. What will this entail? I hate the uncertainty.“And please, address me as Annie.” I nod. “Sure.”“Now, I want to understand more about Little Imogene,” she says tenderly. “I understand your mother died of cancer when you were just ten.”Always with the childhood, these therapists. I’ve seen enough movies and TV shows to know that this is the classic therapeutic scapegoat. Some shit happenedin your childhood, it messed you up, that’s why you are the way you are.But not me. I didn’t have an alcoholic d
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Perfect Is Imperfect
Damien Shaw The kitchen smells like butter and eggs as I stand by the stove, flipping the omelette in the pan. The sizzle fills the air, and I catch the faintest scent of parsley—Lily insists she hates green things, but I sneak them in for her anyway. I glance at the clock above the sink. It’s later than I thought. Imogene is still upstairs with the doctor. I hope that goes smoothly, but something tells me it won’t. “Mummy says eggs make you strong like Superman!” Lily’s voice cuts through my thoughts as she rushes into the kitchen.“Is it ready, Daddy?” she asks.She’s peering up at me with those wide, curious eyes that make me feel like I’m doing something right in this whole parenting thing. “Just in time,” I say.I slide the omelette onto a small plate, cut it into smaller pieces, then hand it to her. “Thank you!” she chirps before scampering into the living room. I follow her with my eyes as she climbs onto the couch, settling in with her plate. A faint movement ca
