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Day 3
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2025-04-19 15:18:38
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He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back   The Betrayal
Imogene Scott People do crazy crazy things for love. But what most people donât do, is let their husband get with other women just because they think heâll someday realize theyâre the only one for him.As I say this, I feel totally stupid. Iâm sitting in the lounge of Havenâs hotels and Suites and I canât help but feel uneasy. Iâm waiting for my husband to walk out with one of his many flings or at least get his room number.Iâve always known about Damienâs affairs for the past five years. Our marriage has been like that. He married me because I was pregnant with his child but after losing the baby, he completely changed. Then the multiple affairs began and we both made a deal not to meddle in each otherâs lives. I was hurt, but one part of me has always reassured me that one day, heâs going to get tired of the affairs and love me properly. That one day, heâll realize heâs never going to find a woman like me in any of those occasionally flings. Unfortunately, I think he just
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2024-08-09He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back   I Want A Divorce
Imogene ScottThere comes a moment in your life when you feel nothing is okay and nothing will ever be okay. For me, that moment is now.My world is tilting and Iâm unable to do anything about it. I canât breathe, canât think, canât do anything but stare at my step sister, Fiona who Iâve always felt overshadowed by, my whole life.She along with her mother, infiltrated my life when my mother died and completely replaced us in my fatherâs life. Sheâs doing it again. Stealing my family wasnât enough, sheâs trying to steal my husband too.No, sheâs already stolen him.âImogeneâĶâ Damienâs voice breaks the silence, but I can barely hear him. My gaze is locked on my stepsister, and my lips part, but the words donât come. Theyâre too tangled in the agony that claws at my chest, too drowned in the tears I refuse to let fall. âWhy?â Itâs the only word I can manage, my voice breaking as I finally speak. Iâm not even sure who Iâm askingâDamien, Fiona, or myself?Damienâs eyes is filled with
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2024-08-09He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back   The Surprise
Imogene ScottFor the next few days, I stay in a hotel. I have nowhere to go. My own father had cut ties with me long ago when I went against him and chose to marry Damien.He has even forbidden any of his family membersâmy stepmother and Fionaâfrom contacting me. But I donât even consider them family to begin with. Not after what Fiona did to me.My mother is no more; she died of cancer ten years ago, and my father married his deceased driverâs wife, Sasha Nice, a few years later. Talk about being shallow.Itâs as if my life is at a standstill. Iâve stayed in bed for the past few days and havenât stepped out of the hotel room. My gallery opening is on hold, and I just want to be alone. I just need time alone to think, but Iâve been doing nothing but sleeping my problems away.Because I canât summon the resolve to do anything else. As long as I can sleep, I feel numb, and numb is good; numb doesnât hurt. To top it off, Iâve been down with a slight fever followed by constant naus
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2024-08-09He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back   New Beginning
THREE YEARS LATERâĶ. Imogene Scott âYour galleryâs grand opening is tomorrow night and youâre telling me you fired Lilyâs nanny?â Elinorâs voice is sharp on the other end of the line. I grunt and place my phone on speaker, then put it on the kitchenâs counter. Shit! Shit! Shit! I wouldnât have fired Mei Mei if she hadnât been so careless with Lily. How could she leave a two years old toddler alone in a tub while on call with her boyfriend? âMei Mei was bad news.â I curse under my breath as I walk across the room. Then I pick Lily up from the only couch in the empty living room and place her into her scroller. The couch is the only thing I will be leaving behind in my high rent two-bedroom apartment in West Virginia. Iâm moving back to LA for the grand opening of my second art gallery. âPlus, I was going to fire Mei Mei anyways. I canât have her move back to LA with me, can I? She has her life here.â I add. By âher lifeâ, I mean her boyfriend. How I wish she knows how unreliable
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2024-08-09He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back   His Regrets
Damien Shaw âI donât think staring at your wedding photo continuously will bring her back to you.â Breonna says as she walks into my office. Breonna is my adopted sister who doesnât knock. She never has. And I shouldâve known she isnât going to this time either. Her steps are hurried, and she has a knack for speaking as she enters the room. What I didnât know, was how she predicted that I was staring at my wedding photo. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I donât meet her judgy gaze. âJokeâs on you, I was focused on a spreadsheet of products and how much is selling.â I say, my gaze still on the stack of papers in front of me. She smirks, then walks to my desk and lifts the papers up to reveal a photo of Imogene and me buried under the stack of papers. âYou were saying?â she asks, making her way across the table to sit in the chair opposite me. I exhale sharply. Itâs the only picture of Imogene I have and itâs the only picture Iâve been staring at for three years. The paper compa
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2024-08-09He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back   Why Now?
Imogene Scott âI think Damien knows youâre back in town, but he doesnât know about Lily yet.â Elinorâs voice from yesterday keeps echoing in my head and Iâm unable to concentrate on the artwork my assistant, Emmett Brown is showing me.âImogene?â Emmett calls again. âShould I put this George W. Bush terrier painting at the center of the room?âI cock my head. I sometimes wonder how Emmett knows so much about art when he only has a degree in art historyâa made-up degree for rich people.âSure. Itâs the centerpiece.â I say and he gives me a long look before walking towards the white wall of the gallery.Emmett is good at his job even though he just started yesterday. Heâs twenty five, but still, itâs like God ran out of decent personality, felt bad about it, and overcompensated by giving him a gorgeous face. Heâs ridiculously good looking with broad shoulders and a body that puts any male model to shame.His smugness and lack of personality is a huge turn off, but I had to hire hi
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2024-08-09He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back   The Confrontation
Imogene Scott My breathing is labored. My feet hurt as I turn left, heading out of the front lawn into the streets. All eyes turn to me as I flee. One part of me tells me this isnât real, that the person I just spoke to isnât Damien Shaw. As I head into the dimly lit streets, I hear footsteps behind me.Tears start to flow freely as I turn my head. Damien is sprinting after me. My heart races faster, but this time it has nothing to do with exertion, and everything to do with that look of determination on Damienâs face. I continue to walk fast, but rapidly, Damien is gaining on me. I walk for a few more yards, then I realize itâs no use. I donât know what Iâm running from, I donât know why Iâm running. I skid to an halt, finally bringing myself to a complete stop.A moment later, I hear Damienâs hard breath hammering the cool air. I feel him move behind me. Slowly, I spin on my heel and face him. Both hands are in his hair, gripping the strands. His blue eyes are haunted, tort
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2024-08-24He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back   For Lily
Damien Shaw. âI fucking hate you and I never wanna see you again. Please Damien, for my sake, stay away from me. Go away and never come back.â I sprint through the darkness of the streets as Imogeneâs words circles around and around my mind. Iâve always thought that being away from Imogene for three years was the greatest pain I would ever have to endure. It had changed me, fundamentally changed me. But this ... this... Falling forward, crippled by the pain in my stomach, I roar into the darkness of the empty park. Imogeneâs face flashes into my mindâs eye. Her perfect damn face as she stepped into the evening tonight. Her smiling face as she danced with that man I so much despise, and that smile fading from her lips when her eyes found mine. I saw the devastation flash across her face, she hates me that much. I get into my car and drive to a local bar. I just need a drinkâno, several drinksâto drown out the thoughts that are eating me alive from the inside out. I head ins
āļāļĢāļąāļāļāļĢāļļāļāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ : 2024-08-24
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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 doesnât feel like itâs 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 thatâs terrifying and beautiful all at once.My fingers press gently into the bump. âYou two are going to be okay,â I whisper. âWeâre all going to be okay.âA soft smile pulls at my lips. Itâs real this time. Not the kind I force at dinner tables or mirror reflections. No, this one is real.âWhat are you smiling about?âDamienâs 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 meâĶItâs 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 pillowâs half-squashed. She couldnât have gone far. But stillâĶ 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 donât 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 Iâm 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.Sheâs standing by the stove, her back to me, swaying ever so slightly to some melody in her head. Sheâs barefoot, in nothing but my oversized black T-shir
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back   Day One
Imogene ScottâMummy, how long are you going to be gone?â Lilyâs 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. Sheâs standing by the edge of the bed.âMummy will be back in a few days,â I say gently, kneeling in front of her and smoothing her curls with my palm. She looks at me like sheâs studying me, trying to see if Iâm telling the truth or just saying what I think she wants to hear.âWill Mummy be better by then?â she asks.My breath catches.Better.I nod, brushing my thumb across her cheek.âYes, baby. Mummy will be fine.âLily thinks about that for a second, then smiles. âYes, then Mummy can go. Anty Kia will take good care of me.âA soft knock sounds on the door just as I press a kiss to Lilyâs forehead. Sheila steps in. âIs there anything else you want to take to the water park, Lily?â 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, itâs 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 visionâs a little blurry and I canât 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 Damienâs hoodie tighter around me before padding to the door. I didnât 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.Damienâs seated at the dining table, one elbow propped up, his head resting in his palm. His hairâs tousled like heâs run his hand through it a hundred times tonight.âHey there,â I say, softly.His head snaps up.âYouâre awake?â 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.Sheâs 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 weâre entering the home stretch now. Just a few more weeks. You both need to be careful, especially you, Imogene."Imogene nods politely. âWe will.âI thank her and reach for the door handle, ready to leave. Iâm already thinking about the drive home, when Dr Rogers calls out to me. âDamien, could I speak to you for a second?âI stop and glance at Imogene.âIâll wait in the car,â she
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back   Us
Damien ShawâYou worry too much,â she says. âIâm fine.âI donât 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 hospitalâs 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. Rogerâs office.Sheâs waiting when we arrive. âGlad to see Damienâs with you today.âI offer a hand. âNice to see you too, Doctor.âWe sit side-by-side, the chairs squeaking slightly beneath us. Imogene sits with perfect posture, her dress flowing around her legs.âSo,â Dr. Roger says gently, âhow are you feeling about everything?ââIâm fine,â Imogene says with a small smile.Her hand is in mine. I squeeze it.The doctor nods slowly. âLetâs 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.Imogeneâs 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. âEverything okay?âShe lifts her face and gives me a smile. It's warm but it doesnât reach her eyes. I see it immediately. âJust feeling a little emotional,â she says.I nod slowly. I donât push, even though every instinct in me is screaming that somethingâs not right. âEat up,â I say instead, nodding toward her plate.She nods and picks up her fork. I head to the counter, grab Lilyâs pink backpack, and step outside. The spring air hits me as I open the back door of the car and slide Lilyâs bag inside. My phone buzzes in my pocket, but I ignore it. By the time Iâm back inside, Imogeneâs finished eating. She wipes her lips gently, her eyes briefly flickering up to meet mine. I offer my hand.âLetâs go,â 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 heâs caught me being adorable. Heâs already dressed in a gray fitted T-shirt and black joggers. His hair is damp from a shower, and he looks annoyingly refreshed. âRise and shine, sweetie.â I groan and drag the covers over my head. âUghâĶ itâs too early in the morning.â âItâs almost eleven,â he says with a chuckle. I fling the duvet back just enough to peek at him. âHow did I sleep for that long?â He walks over, sits on the edge of the bed, and leans in with a playful glint in his eye. âBecause I cuddled you in my arms all night.â I snort. âNo. Youâre not my sleeping pill.â âS
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. Itâs soft, almost soundless, like Iâm trying not to break something fragile that still lives inside me. Maybe itâs me. Maybe Iâm whatâs fragile now. He really cares about me. I know that. Every word, every touch, every look tonight, heâs trying. He always has. But the truth is, Iâm struggling. I donât know where Iâm at anymore. Everything feels fuzzy, like the world has gone slightly out of focus and Iâm squinting to make it make sense again. I sit up slowly, brushing my hair back from my face. Itâs 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. Itâs just 8 p.m. The hallway is dim and the air smells faintly of pancakes, probably and something else... cinnamon maybe. Damien mustâve added cinnamon. I smile a little at the thought. He always adds t
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