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He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Budding Relationship
Imogene Scott [Hi, Imogene. Can we talk?]Keith’s texts keeps playing on my mind as I get ready to leave home for the gallery. I’m not surprised that he would wanna talk, he’s been a little supportive over the last six months.He visited Lily at the hospital at least four to five times a month. I had thought Damien would be mad but I guess he was so consumed by it all that he didn’t seem to care. Keith’s support during hard times pretty much wrote off any grudge I had against him. But I’m not sure why he suddenly wants to talk. I grab my bag and step out of the house, making my way into the elevator. It dumps me on the ground floor and when I get to the parking lot, I get into my car and drive out.When I finally arrive at the gallery, Emmett gives me a blow-by-blow of what’s the happenings at the gallery. I’m pretty sure I zoned out during half of it. “By the way, Breonna might be working here for a while.” I say as I settle into my office.Emmett has really taken so much car
Last Updated : 2024-10-08He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back The Offer
Imogene Scott I steel myself as I make my way out of my office. Keith’s here and I’m not even sure why. Standing outside the gallery, I can see his car parked across the street. I walk over to it and gently knock on the window. He pulls down the windows and now he’s staring at me with that familiar smile.“Good morning, Imogene.” he says softly.“Hi.”“Coffe?”“Sure.”He gets out of his car and we both cross the street to the popular cafe across the gallery. We take our seats by the window and a waitress takes our orders. “I’m sorry for reaching out to you so suddenly.” Keith starts, leaning back in his seat across me.“It’s fine. You’re good people.”“Right.” his smile is back. “Then on that note, I was wondering…you remember how great Tech Con was?”“Yeah.” I say dryly. I pretty much missed the whole event because my best friend locked me up in a room. But yes, Tech Con was great.“It was all because of our teamwork. And mostly because you put your best into it.” he reiterates.
Last Updated : 2024-10-09He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Trust
Damien ShawI don’t say anything at first, I just stare at Imogene. I keep my expression neutral, but a frown still crosses my features. Keith. The guy who almost ruined everything. I trust Imogene, I do, but the thought of her working closely with him again stirs something dark inside me.She’s watching me closely, reading my face like she always does. “You don’t have to agree,” I shake my head, forcing a smile. “I’m fine with whatever you decide.”Imogene gives me a long hard look. She’s probably contemplating whether I’m joking or not. But I’m not.“Really?” Her eyes search mine. She knows me too well.I take a deep breath and exhale slowly, trying to ease the tightness in my chest. I don’t like this, but what I’ve learned over these past few months—what we’ve learned—is that trust is the foundation of every relationship. And I trust Imogene. “I don’t like the idea,” I admit, letting my voice drop lower. “But I trust you, Imogene, and that’s what matters. I can’t control you, and
Last Updated : 2024-10-09He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back The Beginning Of Something
Imogene ScottWhen I get to the gallery the next day, Keith is already waiting. He must be really psyched about the project. What’s more concerning is that Damien doesn’t seem bothered by the idea. I had already overthought the whole thing and figured he would overreact. But he said, and I quote, “I trust you.”It actually means a lot to me that he does. Which is why I mustn’t fuck this up.“Good morning.” Keith’s says in a chirpy voice. I personally think he’s too happy for a Wednesday morning. He hands me a cup of coffe. “This is for you.”I take it, and we both walk into the gallery. Emmett greets me politely and continues with his workload. Keith and I walk to my office. As we both take our seats, we discuss the terms of our agreement. An affiliate company to KJ Tech is hosting their anniversary and they’re planning on using the same concept as the Tech Con project.Keith’s phone beeps and he gets on his feet and walks out of my office. I take that time check for any texts. Ther
Last Updated : 2024-10-12He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Without Her
Damien Shaw As the call with Imogene ends, I sit back in my chair, staring at the screen as the seconds tick away. A pang of disappointment hits me. I’ve been looking forward to this night for days, us walking in together, making a statement. But I can’t control her. She’s got her own life, her own career, and I promised her that I trust her. Still, it stings.The office is quiet except for the low hum of the AC. I glance around at the polished wood surfaces, the neatly organized files on my desk, but it all feels a little empty without her tonight. I rub a hand over my jaw, exhaling slowly. Kia walks in, her heels clicking softly against the floor, holding a stack of freshly printed copies. “I’m done with the prints,” I nod. “Thank you, Kia.” She’s been doing a great job as an intern, more than just keeping up with the grunt work. I appreciate how she always goes the extra mile, helping around with little things that make my day easier. She lingers by the desk, glancing a
Last Updated : 2024-10-12He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Reassurance
Imogene Scott When I arrive home, exhaustion hits me like a wave. My shoulders ache from the long hours spent hunched over the vision board, and my mind is buzzing. I barely hear Breonna greet me as she stands in the living room. But when her soft voice registers, I force myself to look up. “Lily’s asleep,” she says with a smile. Relief immediately washes over me, and I move forward to hug her tightly. “Thank you, Bre,” I whisper into her shoulder. “You look wiped,” she says, pulling back slightly. “Get some rest, yeah?” I nod because I’m too tired to say much. “Good night,” I manage, and she slips out, leaving me alone in the quiet house. I collapse onto the couch, letting out a long breath. My body sinks into the cushions, and I stare at the ceiling. It’s almost 11 p.m. The event must’ve ended by now. But why hasn’t Damien called or texted? Maybe he’s mad. I know I canceled last minute, but work couldn’t be helped, right? Just as I’m about to grab my phone, the doorbell r
Last Updated : 2024-10-12He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back My Man
Imogene ScotMorning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. I blink slowly, my eyes adjusting to the gentle brightness. When I glance beside me, I see Damien lying there in sleep. I just watch him, taking in the steady rise and fall of his chest. He looks so calm and relaxed. I shift slightly, turning to face him. A stray lock of his hair has fallen across his forehead, and I can’t resist brushing it back. My fingertips barely graze his skin, but it’s enough to make him stir. His eyes flutter open, and he looks at me with that familiar, warm gaze that makes my heart skip a beat."Good morning," he says, his voice still husky with sleep."Good morning," I reply softly.I sit up and run a hand through my hair, trying to smooth out the tangles. My thoughts are already racing to the day ahead—getting Lily ready for school, the usual chaos of the morning routine.Damien watches me with a lazy smile, propping himself up on one elbow. "If only you knew ho
Last Updated : 2024-10-12He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Make Things Right
Damien ShawI pace back and forth in my office, the tension building with every step. My mind is racing, trying to process the mess from that article. I feel like I’ve been blindsided, like I let something slip through the cracks, and now, it’s hurting the one person who means the most to me. Imogene’s face flashes in my mind—her eyes filled with disbelief and hurt. That look... it cuts me deeper than I expected.The door swings open, and my crisis control team files in. I don’t waste time. "I want every single article taken down within the hour," I snap. They nod in unison, not a word spoken, and quickly waltz out of the office. I let out a long breath, sinking into my chair. My hands rake through my hair, and I close my eyes.But that image of Imogene’s hurt expression lingers. I feel like an absolute failure. I should’ve been more careful, should’ve seen this coming. How did I let this happen? Kia was just there for the event, just a simple introduction to a few people. But the m
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He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Hide
Imogene Scott I sit in the salon, my heart pounding so hard that I can feel it in my throat. The hum of the overhead lights, the soft chatter of a few people here for their own quiet escapes, all of it feels distant, like I’m listening through water. Gracie tells me to take a deep breath, that I’m safe now. I try, but the breath gets caught somewhere in my chest. My hands are still shaking.I glance around at the worn leather chairs. It should feel comforting, but instead, it’s just another layer to the storm that’s brewing inside me. I try to focus on it, on how the warmth of the place is supposed to soothe me. It doesn't. Gracie’s voice brings me back. “Business is slow today,” she says with a smile that tries to hide the concern in her eyes. It doesn’t fool me. I can feel her watching me as I try to steady myself. “Yeah,” I murmur. “Thanks for letting me in. I didn’t know where else to go.”She nods. “I’ve seen it all over the news, Imogene.” she’s careful not to make it s
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Pretend To Be Fine
Imogene Scott The first thing I notice when I wake up is the empty space beside me. The sheets are still warm, carrying the faint scent of Damien’s cologne, but he’s already gone. I sit up slowly, rubbing my eyes. The morning light filters through the curtains. The scent of something cooking drifts through the air—eggs, maybe omelets. I push the duvet off and slide my feet into my flip-flops. As I walk out of the bedroom and down the stairs, the soft sounds of laughter and clinking utensils become clearer. In the kitchen, Damien is standing by the stove, a spatula in one hand and an apron lazily tied around his waist. Lily is perched on a high chair, her small hands clapping together as she cheers him on. “Good morning, Mummy!” she says excitedly when she sees me. A tired smile pulls at my lips as I walk over. “Good morning, baby. How are you feeling?” I gently brush a strand of hair out of her face, studying her carefully. “I feel better now!” she announces proudly, her
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back .
Imogene ScottIt’s midnight, and I still can’t sleep. I lie on my back, staring at the ceiling because my mind refuses to quiet down. The room is dark except for the faint glow of moonlight seeping through the curtains. The house is silent. I curl my arms around my stomach, my fingers lightly tracing the curve of my belly. Two months. That’s all the time I have before the twins arrive, and yet I don’t feel ready. I barely feel capable of handling Lily some days. How am I supposed to take care of two more babies? I exhale slowly, willing the thoughts away, but they keep creeping back in. Damien was right about one thing—I’ve been forgetful lately. Not just little things like where I left my phone or if I locked the front door, but important things. I should have cleaned up the broken glass earlier. I should have been more careful. What if it had been worse? What if Lily had gotten seriously hurt because of me? My throat tightens. I know I should see a doctor, but the very
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Stubborn
Damien ShawI let out a slow breath, my fingers pressing against my temples as I watch Imogene walk out of the room. The door doesn’t slam, but the sound of it clicking shut is just as final. My jaw tightens. Of course, she walked away. That’s what she does when she doesn’t want to hear something, shuts down, closes herself off. I loosen my tie, feeling the frustration settle in my chest. I hadn’t meant to start an argument. But how could she act like this wasn’t serious? It’s not just about her anymore. She’s been forgetting things more and more lately, and now Lily’s gotten hurt because of it. Just a small cut, sure. But what if it had been worse? What if she had stepped on something deeper, something that couldn’t be patched up with a bandage and a sticker? I exhale through my nose, rubbing a hand down my face. Fighting with Imogene never gets me anywhere. She’s stubborn. Too stubborn. But damn it, I don’t want to wake up one day and realize something terrible has happened be
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Help
Imogene Scott I carefully press the small, pastel-colored sticker onto the bandage covering Lily’s tiny foot. A smiling cartoon bear grins back at me, as if that alone can erase my guilt. I kiss her forehead, inhaling the soft, baby-powder scent of her hair. "I'm sorry, baby," I whisper, brushing a stray curl away from her face. Lily shifts on the couch, pulling the plush blanket over her lap. "It's not Mummy’s fault," she says in her small, serious voice. "Lily wasn’t careful." My heart clenches. Even at four, she’s trying to take the blame for something that’s entirely mine. I should’ve cleaned up the glass right away. I should’ve been more careful. I lift her tiny hand to my lips and kiss it. "Do you want me to get you anything?" Lily’s eyes brighten. "Chocolates!" I shake my head, smiling despite myself. "You know you can’t have sweets past seven, baby. It’s almost eight." "Please, Mummy?" She pouts, her big brown eyes glaring at me.I sigh. "Fine," I relent,
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Remember
Imogene ScottI jolt awake, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. For a moment, I don’t know where I am. The room is dimly lit, the heavy curtains keeping most of the daylight out. My heart is racing, my body damp with sweat. I sit up slowly, pressing a hand to my chest. The dream is already slipping away, but I know what it was about. Georgia. It’s always Georgia. My dreams are always about her. Mostly about that night she died.I exhale shakily and push a damp strand of hair from my face. My nightgown clings to my back, sticky with sweat. The dream lingers, making my skin prickle with unease. Why won’t these nightmares stop?I reach for the glass of water on my nightstand, desperate for something to soothe my dry throat, but my hand meets empty space. I blink, frowning. It’s always there. I always leave it there. And then I remember—I moved the jug before my nap. But where? I try to picture it, but my mind feels sluggish, foggy. Did I put it in the kitchen? On the dr
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Need To Know
Damien Shaw I’m at my desk, working through a contract revision when Kia steps into my office. I don’t look up immediately, still focused on the document in front of me. “Sir, someone’s here to see you,” she says. I finally glance up, rubbing the bridge of my nose. The first thought that comes to mind is the damn principal. I hope he hasn’t shown up here to grovel in person. I already made it clear—either they fix their behavior toward Lily, or I pull every last cent I’ve donated to that school. I don’t need another pointless apology. But when the door opens wider, it’s not the principal. It’s Sheila. I frown, leaning back in my chair as I take her in. She looks… fine. Not sick. But Imogene told me Sheila was unwell and wouldn’t be coming in for a few days. So what the hell is she doing here? “Sheila,” I say, watching her carefully. “Mr. Shaw.” She nods in greeting. “What are you doing here?” My tone is sharp.She offers a small smile, shifting on her feet. “I was
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Something Wrong
Imogene ScottI take my time getting Lily ready for school the next morning. With Sheila still sick and not coming in, the task is entirely mine, and I don’t mind. I cherish these moments—though today, my mind feels sluggish. I’m bothered by Georgia’s bracelet I found yesterday and the strange sense of forgetfulness creeping into my life lately. Lily sits on the edge of my bed, swinging her little legs back and forth as I button up her white blouse. She tilts her head back to look up at me.“Mommy, what’s wrong?” she asks. I pause for a second, startled. “Nothing, baby.” I smooth down her collar, making sure it sits perfectly. “I just want to remind you that if anything happens at school, if you feel sick or if someone makes you uncomfortable, you have to tell me, okay?” Lily nods, her curls bouncing with the movement. “Yes, Mommy.” “That’s my good girl.” I kiss the top of her head and take her small hand in mine, as I lead her out of the house. The drive to school is fi
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Solution
Imogene Scott Lily giggles as she picks at the last piece of her banana pancake. Her tiny fingers are sticky with syrup. I watch her as I rest my head against the back of the chair. But my mind is somewhere else. The bracelet. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, staring up at the ceiling as if the answer is hidden somewhere in the cracks. Did I put it there? Had I forgotten? That’s the only logical explanation. Lately, I’ve been forgetful—missing appointments, losing track of time, misplacing things. Maybe this is just another slip, another thing lost in the chaos of my mind. But it doesn’t feel right. I inhale deeply, my fingers curling into my lap. I need to see it again. “Lily, baby, I’ll be right back,” I say, pushing my chair back. She nods, too focused on her food to question me. I walk upstairs slowly, each step. When I reach my bedroom, I hesitate for a moment before stepping inside. The room is dim. I make my way to the dresser. The drawer creaks
