THREE YEARS LATER….
Imogene Scott “Your gallery’s grand opening is tomorrow night and you’re telling me you fired Lily’s nanny?” Elinor’s voice is sharp on the other end of the line. I grunt and place my phone on speaker, then put it on the kitchen’s counter. Shit! Shit! Shit! I wouldn’t have fired Mei Mei if she hadn’t been so careless with Lily. How could she leave a two years old toddler alone in a tub while on call with her boyfriend? “Mei Mei was bad news.” 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. I’m moving back to LA for the grand opening of my second art gallery. “Plus, I was going to fire Mei Mei anyways. I can’t have her move back to LA with me, can I? She has her life here.” I add. By ‘her life’, I mean her boyfriend. How I wish she knows how unreliable men can be. There’s a long pause at the other end of the line, and it gives me time to rush into my room to grab the only suitcase remaining in the apartment. All my luggages have already been moved to my new apartment in LA a few days ago. But I had to wait behind because I needed to oversee some things before leaving. As soon as I walk back into the empty living room, Elinor’s voice echoes through the room again. “I’m glad you’re finally returning to Los Angeles. But you’ve been staying in West Virginia for three years now. Away from ‘you know who’ and everyone that might ever try to hurt you or Lily. Are you sure you’re going to be fine?” My lips curl into a smile. Elinor and I always refer to Damien Shaw as ‘you know who’. No one’s ever allowed to mention his name. Mostly because of Lily who can easily pick up people’s names when mentioned. “I’m over the past, Eli. Right now, my only focus is on Lily and my goals.” I reiterate. “Are you sure?” I know Elinor is only trying to look out for Lily and I. She’s been doing that for the past three years like she’s my real family. She’d helped me move far away from ‘you know who’ when I was at my lowest. She had even encouraged me to reopen my art gallery here in West Virginia and it became a success. She and Lily are the only reason I made it this far. “I know you’re worried about Lily and I. You’re worried ‘you know who’ might come back into our lives. But Los Angeles is a big city with millions of people. There’s zero percent chance I might cross path with him.” A beat of silence. “Are you sure about this, Imogene?” “I’ve never been so sure of something in my life.” I trail off. “I really gotta go now or I’ll miss my flight.” I don’t wait for Elinor’s response before ending the call. I toss my phone into my purse, then swing it around my shoulder. With one hand, I grab my suitcase while I use my other hand to push Lily’s scroller. A cab is already waiting outside. The driver helps onload my stuff into the truck, and I sit in the back seat, placing Lily firmly on my lap. As the car drives closer to the airport, my feet suddenly feels cold so I let my mind wonder. Is returning to LA the best thing to do? Maybe not but I need to face my fears in order to expand. LA is the hottest spot right now for art and I’m not going to miss this chance just because I’m scared the city might open some old wounds. I’m stronger now. Any woman will become stronger if she had to raise a child like Lily on her own. It hasn’t been easy for me, in between proving myself as an artist, organizing art auctions, finding the undiscovered talented artist, and making a name for myself. But my hard work over the years has paid off and I’m now opening my second art gallery which is definitely going to be a success because a possible investor will be present at the grand opening. I can really use the opportunity for expansion. I’m over Damien, over anything that can ruin my chances for a better life in LA. I reassure myself even though another part of me says I’m not ready for this. “Mommy, why?” Lily’s tiny voice says to me as we step through the automatic sliding doors of West Virginia Airport. I’m holding Lily’s hand tightly and her eyes are scanning the area. Even though most of her sentences are two-worded, I can easily plause them together and understand what she means. I crouch down to Lily’s level and push her curly chestnut brown hair back. She has bright green eyes, and a scattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She’s wearing a rose patterned dress and a pair of flats. "Ready to go on an adventure, sweetie?" I say softly. She giggles, but I’m sure she barely understands what I said. It doesn’t matter. She’s excited about it and so am I. And that was all that matters. **** The four hours flight was daunting but it was worth it when we finally arrive at our new home. A three bedroom apartment on the seventh floor of Aces Penthouse. Most of the upper middle class families in LA reside there and being able to afford a high cost of living for Lily and me, is something to brag about. Lily has already fallen asleep by the time we arrived so I place her on the couch to sleep some more. After that, I take a little tour of the apartment. The last time I was here to check out the place, it was empty. But now, the living room has modern minimalist furniture, ivory accented with dark teak. Lot of buttery leather, and several watercolor paintings of green mountains on the walls. Some of them are my paintings. The floor is pale champagne marble, buffed to a glossy sheen. A few geometric- patterned rugs add to the ambiance. There’s even an open archway that connects the living room to the dining room. No door for partitioning, but it makes the space appear bigger and airier. I exhale sharply and slump into a chair, trying to shake off the lingering doubt. This is my life now—the life I’ve built for Lily and me. I deserve this fresh start. Nothing and no one is going to ruin this for us. I won’t let them. The door bell jolts me. I rise to my feet and walk to the door. I know it has to be Elinor and I’m right. The hi-res security panel next to the door shows the person on the other side. Elinor is smiling awkwardly at the camera. She’s gorgeous as ever in white shirt and jeans. Her hair is in a messy bun too but she’s smiling big. She hardly smiles but whenever she does, it’s genuine. I have always thought her smile is probably the closest thing to heaven’s bell on earth. But this time, I can tell it’s forced. Something has to be wrong. Panic surges through me for a second. I click on the monitor and it gives a long beep before the door finally opens. I step away from the door, dragging my feet back into the living room. A few minutes later, Elinor walks into the living room. Her fists are clenched tightly beside her and she seems tensed. By now, she’s supposed to be yapping about how huge my apartment is. But she isn’t saying anything.. “Elinor?” I ask, my voice trembling slightly. She looks at me, opens her mouth, then closes it again, as if the words are too heavy to speak. Her fists unclench, then tighten again. “Imogene, there’s something important I need to tell you,” she finally says, her voice barely above a whisper. I can feel the tension in the room, thick and suffocating. Elinor never hesitates like this. My stomach twists into knots as I brace myself for what’s coming next. “It’s about Damien.” Her words slice through me, and I have to swallow back the pain that claws up my throat. My hands start to tremble, and I grip the edge of the chair to steady myself. It has to be serious. She said his name, not ‘you know who.’ I’ve tried so hard to move on, to leave that part of my life behind. But it seems like Damien, and everything he represents, won’t let me go that easily.Damien Shaw “I don’t think staring at your wedding photo continuously will bring her back to you.” Breonna says as she walks into my office. Breonna is my adopted sister who doesn’t knock. She never has. And I should’ve known she isn’t going to this time either. Her steps are hurried, and she has a knack for speaking as she enters the room. What I didn’t know, was how she predicted that I was staring at my wedding photo. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I don’t meet her judgy gaze. “Joke’s on you, I was focused on a spreadsheet of products and how much is selling.” 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. “You were saying?” she asks, making her way across the table to sit in the chair opposite me. I exhale sharply. It’s the only picture of Imogene I have and it’s the only picture I’ve been staring at for three years. The paper compa
Imogene Scott “I think Damien knows you’re back in town, but he doesn’t know about Lily yet.” Elinor’s voice from yesterday keeps echoing in my head and I’m unable to concentrate on the artwork my assistant, Emmett Brown is showing me.“Imogene?” Emmett calls again. “Should I put this George W. Bush terrier painting at the center of the room?”I cock my head. I sometimes wonder how Emmett knows so much about art when he only has a degree in art history—a made-up degree for rich people.“Sure. It’s the centerpiece.” 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. He’s twenty five, but still, it’s like God ran out of decent personality, felt bad about it, and overcompensated by giving him a gorgeous face. He’s 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
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 isn’t real, that the person I just spoke to isn’t 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 Damien’s face. I continue to walk fast, but rapidly, Damien is gaining on me. I walk for a few more yards, then I realize it’s no use. I don’t know what I’m running from, I don’t know why I’m running. I skid to an halt, finally bringing myself to a complete stop.A moment later, I hear Damien’s 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
Damien Shaw. “I 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.” I sprint through the darkness of the streets as Imogene’s words circles around and around my mind. I’ve 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. Imogene’s face flashes into my mind’s 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 drink—no, several drinks—to drown out the thoughts that are eating me alive from the inside out. I head ins
Imogene Scott The next few days are hectic. The gallery opening turned out to be a huge success even after the little ruckus my ex-husband caused. Now, I have to juggle working at the gallery and interviewing the ladies that applied for the role of Lily’s nanny. None of them seem to be trustworthy until I interviewed Breonna Jenkins and she really is a responsible young lady. She just graduated college—so she told me—and is taking a gap year to figure out what she wants. Elinor also likes her so I think it’s only natural that I also like her. Elinor is never wrong. She’s starting today to and as I prepare to leave for the gallery, I hear the door bell buzzing. Perfect timing. I glance at Lily for a second. She’s sitting in her high chair, her tiny hands clutching a spoon as she attempts to scoop up some oatmeal. Her little nose scrunches in concentration, and I can’t help but smile, even as the knot in my stomach tightens. I take a deep breath, smoothing down my skirt as I walk
Imogene Scott “Hi.” I say casually, then turn back around. “I expected more than a ‘hi’.” I don’t respond because I don’t want to. I’m late for work and I don’t think I want to strike up a conversation with this man. Except he thinks this is a reunion and he continues to try to talk to me. “I tried to find you after our dance. But you just disappeared.” I throw him a quick glance, then glance at the elevator’s monitor. The elevator will get to the ground floor in a few seconds. If I can manage to play dumb all through, I might be able to escape this person who’s obviously trying to flirt with me. “I stay in the penthouse by the way.” he says again. I cock my head. Oh, shit. The penthouse is on the highest floor of the building and they say the building owner stays on that floor. Does he perhaps, own the building? I continue not to say a word even though I know this man standing next to me has the power to make me vacate my apartment. “You know, it’s really rude when someone
Imogene Scott My car pulls up in the parking lot. I rush across the lobby, my heart hammering in my chest. All I want to do is see Lily and Breonna isn’t answering her phone either. I can only think of the worst. What if she planned all this with Damien to kidnap Lily? Should I be calling the police? Ding! I arrive on the sixth floor and rush to my door, repeatedly pressing the door bell. After a few seconds which felt like eternity, the door opens and I waltz in. All is normal. Breonna seems a little rattled, Lily is asleep on the couch and I look like a mad woman searching for her lost daughter. My blood runs cold, I need to talk to Breonna. Without saying a word, I gently lift Lily off the couch, then go into my room and place her on the bed. The second I get back into the living room, I start questioning Breonna. “Is your name even Breonna? What more are you lying about?” I try to keep my voice low. She feigns innocence. “I’m not sure what you mean, Mrs Scott.” “I know
Damien Shaw My face pales for a moment. A restraining order against me? Is she listening to herself right now? I try my best not to explode: nothing good ever comes from being angry. “Imogene, you don’t have to do this. We can work this out. We can be a family—” “Just leave, please Damien.” Imogene says under her breath. I exchange a quick glance with Breonna. Imogene is clearly out of depth and now isn’t the right time to argue with her. It’s not going to look good for someone like me who’s trying to win her back. “Fine. I’ll leave.” I say and I turn towards the door. When I get to the threshold, I give her one last look before stepping out into the hallway. I can hear Breonna muttering an apology again as she follows me. “Well, that was a disaster.” Breonna says as we both step into the elevator. “I can’t believe we thought it was gonna work. Now, Imogene hates me even more.” I can’t help but think about how she could’ve figured this out. The only person that comes to mind i
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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