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He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Dada!!
Damien Shaw I can’t wrap my head around the fact that Imogene just apologized to me. How’s that even possible? She must be really desperate?“It’s fine. I don’t deserve a chance after everything I’ve done.” I say.Her features relaxes. “Glad you know.”We both walk back into the hospital room and Ethan seems a lot relieved that I’m back. My initial plan was to buy Scott Luxuries and hand it over to Ethan. But since Imogene insists on not accepting handouts from me, we have to go with another plan.I made a lot of research and realized Imogene’s mother founded the company so I guess that’s one of the reason she’s so desperate and even willing to hear me out.“Spit it out.” she snaps, her gaze boring into mine.That temper of hers.I turn to look at Ethan. “Your late wife founded Scott Luxuries but she’s dead. She was a fourty percent shareholder of the company and when she died, the shares automatically got transferred to Imogene.”Imogene and Ethan glance at each other. “Huh?” the
Last Updated : 2024-08-31He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Another Date
Imogene Scott After Damien leaves, I go over a few things with Dad before heading back to the gallery. I just hope Damien doesn’t try to do anything after I’ve baltently told him not to. I don’t need his help.When I get back home, I take a few hours to brainstorm on the concept development for the Art Convention. Even though I’m seemly distracted by everything that’s happening, I make sure to complete the research because l’ll be sharing my ideas with Keith and possibly Damien tomorrow.*** The conference room at KJ Tech is sleek, all glass and chrome, with a view of the city sprawling beneath us. I specifically chose to have the meeting at KJ Tech since I’ve vowed never to step into IMU again after Damien and I separated. But with the way things are going, I’m not sure I’ll be able to avoid it anymore.I’m seated across from Damien and Keith, both of whom are flipping through their notes."Alright, Imogene," Keith says, leaning back in his chair. "What have you got for us?"
Last Updated : 2024-08-31He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Trapped
Imogene Scott“You don’t think that’ll make things super awkward?” I say to Keith as I take a seat on a bench.He sits next to me. “Awkward how?”I frown. Awkward in a lot of ways. Keith, Damien and I will be working together for the next few weeks. Damien and I used to be married and he’s now trying to win me back. Keith and I went on a date once and he wants to go on a date again. That’s insane, the tension is going to ruin our teamwork.“You know how.” I eye him.“Fine.” Keith scoffs. “So, how about after the convention is over?”“Let’s talk after then.” I say, knowing it’s easier to postpone the talk than tell him the truth now.By the end of the day, I head back home. Elinor’s surprisingly waiting for me at home. After Breonna leaves, I make dinner for the both of us.“Why can’t you just filll me in on everything now?” Elinor says. “I’ve been busy with work I have no idea what’s been going on in your life for the past few days. Let me know.”“After I’m done cooking dinner.” I s
Last Updated : 2024-09-01He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Prove Himself
Imogene ScottMy heart clenches. No, no, no. This can’t be happening.I start banging on the door, panic rising in my chest again. “Hello? Is anyone out there? I’m stuck in here!” My voice echoes off the tiled walls, but there’s no response. I bang harder, my hands trembling. “Please! Somebody help me!”Still nothing.I feel the walls closing in again, the panic wrapping itself around me tighter and tighter. My breaths come in short, shallow gasps, and I clutch my chest, trying to hold myself together. But it’s too much. The fear, the pressure, the memories… it’s all too much.I slide down the door, collapsing onto the cold tile floor. My vision blurs as tears fill my eyes, and I bury my face in my hands, trying to block out the fear that’s threatening to consume me.I can’t do this. I’m going to lose everything. I’m going to let everyone down. I’m going to—My phone starts buzzing in my pocket, and I fumble to pull it out with shaking hands. Damien’s name flashes on the screen, an
Last Updated : 2024-09-01He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Perfect World
Imogene Scott “Thank you.” I say to Damien as we both step out of Scott Luxuries.The final decision for the takeover bid hasn’t been made yet. The board members are making their votes and it’ll be announced later tonight. Damien assured me that we’re getting the company back but one part of me can’t stop thinking on the negative side. And even though I’m really grateful to him, it changes nothing.He offers to drop me off at the gallery and I agree since I’m still stoked from earlier and I don’t think my trembling hands can drive well. The ride is in complete silence, the hum of the engine the only sound breaking the tension between us. I notice Damien stealing glances at me every now and then. I ignore him, and try to distract myself with the little gift bag on the headboard. It’s red with “Girlish-Store.” written on the nylon as it’s logo.“What’s that?” I ask, more to myself than to him.“That? I…erm.” he smacks his lips, a delay tactic. “I bought it at an online store.”“For
Last Updated : 2024-09-01He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Disappointed
Damien Shaw Keith and I visit the convention site alone since Imogene suddenly bailed on us. She said nothing about why she couldn’t make it or what she was up to. I discussed our special booth concept for the convention, with a contractor a few months back and he was going to meet us at the site. But Keith and I arrived a few minutes ago and the contractor still hasn’t yet arrived.We continue to sit in my car in silence as we wait for the contractor. I’m starting to lose my cool because I’m not a fan of waiting. Keith on the other hand is relaxed in his seat next to me with his eyes closed.My phone buzzes with a text from the contractor. [Will be there in ten minutes.]Exasperated, I shrug and take a deep breath. Keith opens his eyes and glances at me. Then gives me a long hard look.“Can you stop breathing so loudly?” he says.I narrow my eyes. “Can you stop saying every little thought that comes to your tiny mind?”“Speaking of thoughts…” he trails off as he sits up. A smug
Last Updated : 2024-09-02He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back The Escalation
Imogene Scott I swallow hard as I turn to Keith. “Can we…erm…talk at the office tomorrow?”Keith is able to understand the situation and he nods before disappearing into the elevator. As soon as he’s gone, Elinor takes a step closer to me, her heels clicking against the linoleum floor.“What’s your hot landlord talking about just now?” Elinor asks calmly even though I can tell she’s pissed from how tight her voice sounds.I gulp down. “I…kinda didn’t tell you the whole truth.”“About…”“The Tech Con project.” I finally say.Shit, I should’ve told her immediately. I was just scared of how she would react. She never wants to hear anything that has to do with amien.“Which is?” Elinor says.I lean against the wall again. I want to ask her to let us discuss this inside, but Lily is asleep and I don’t want to disturb her. Especially since Elinor doesn’t know how to keep her voice down at pivotal moments like this.“Damien is also on the team.” I finally say. Elinor takes a deep breat
Last Updated : 2024-09-02He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back The Twist
Imogene Scott For the next few days, Elinor completely goes ghost on me. She isn’t returning my calls or my texts or emails! I’m gravely affected by it since she’s the only friend I have in LA. It’s all my fault for keeping the details from her. Shit!I’m turning into an irrational mess, and I hate it. I can’t let her absence bother me when I have important decisions to make. Like now, in this conference room.“So, our booth is ready. I was wondering if we could all go check it out to determine the digital mural arrangement.” Keith says, gesturing at me.“Definitely.” I reply halfheartedlyDamien is seated at the edge of the table. He’s glancing at his phone screen. He finally looks up. “Y’all can go on. I’ll meet you at the site.”He rushes out of the room and I exchange a confused glance with Keith. “What was that about?” he asks.“I don’t know.” I say. “We should get going?”Keith nods and we both walk out of the conference room. We drive in silence to the site in his car. I’m
Last Updated : 2024-09-02
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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
