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He 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 : 2024-09-15He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Giving In (18+)
Damien ShawOf all people, it’s her. Imogene’s so-called best friend. The one I’ve been avoiding for months, and for good reason. I step out of the car, my feet hitting the pavement with more force than I intend. I’m still a little drunk, and it’s hard to keep my balance as I stagger toward her. “Elinor,” I call out, my voice rough and filled with irritation. “What the hell are you doing walking around like that? I almost ran you over.”She turns slowly, a smirk playing at her lips as she saunters toward me, completely unfazed. “Well, well, look who’s finally come around.”I narrow my eyes, trying to read her. There’s something about the way she looks at me, like she knows more than she’s letting on. And I’ve always known she’s not as good as she pretends to be. After all, she tried to get with me right after Imogene left town. Of course, I never told Imogene about it. I run a hand through my hair, frustration still burning under my skin. “What do you want, Elinor?”She steps cl
Last Updated : 2024-09-15He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Accepting Fate
Imogene Scott I’m not sure if I should listen to it. That tiny voice that keeps telling me I’ll regret this. But I try to ignore it as Keith and I slowly walk towards my car. We’ve been silent for a few minutes now. It’s all over and I’m left with the realization of what I’ve done.“Imogene.” Keith calls when we finally reach my car. “You really want to marry me?”I cock my head. What’s that question supposed to mean? He’s probably shocked that I accepted, more reason why he shouldn’t have proposed in the first place. God, I really screwed myself up.“Why did you propose if you knew there was low probability of me accepting?”“I just felt I should test the waters.” he replies calmly, maybe too calmly and for some reason, it annoys me.Test the waters?I swallow hard. “Well, it’s your lucky day.”“Don’t tell me you took the ring because you of…”“Damien.” I finish for him. “No. I didn’t.”I take a deep breath. Maybe this is for the better. Keith is a caring and honest man. He doe
Last Updated : 2024-09-20He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back The Plan
Damien Shaw The only words my mind has been able to piece together all morning is “shit”. Because, well, things are definitely gonna go to shit after I hooked up with Elinor last night. Elinor!! Imogene’s best friend.Speaking of Elinor, she’s asleep in my bedroom while I continue to pace back and forth the livingroom. I can’t bring myself to think straight or think of a solution out of this. She’s probably going to tell Imogene about it, give or take. Imogene is engaged to Keith, she wouldn’t care, would she? That makes it even more sad.I take a deep breath as I hear the faint sound of the door monitor beeping followed by the door opening. I immediately conclude it’s Breonna because she’s the only one that knows my passcode. My guess is confirmed as Breonna steps into the living room, her feet hitting the linoleum floor hard.Her fists are clenched beside her and her eyes are flashing with anger. “What the actual fuck, Damien? How could you keep something so huge from me?”I
Last Updated : 2024-09-21
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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
