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Imogene ScottThe room seems to spin around me as her words sink in. Not a real abortion? No pregnancy to begin with. I lean against the door, my breath caught in my throat. I don’t know if I heard her right—no, I must’ve misheard. My mind races, trying to make sense of it. But the words keep echoing in my head.She lied. Elinor wasn’t pregnant . The hospital, the abortion, it was all a show.I can feel my pulse pounding in my ears as I push the door open. Elinor is sitting on the small sofa, her phone in hand, mid-sentence. She looks up and her face looks startled as I stand there, staring at her.“Elinor...” My voice is barely more than a whisper.Her face hardens when she realizes what I must once overheard. Before I can say another word, I storm across the room, my hand flying through the air faster than I can control it. The sound of the slap echoes through the small room, loud and sharp, as my palm lands on her cheek. “You played me!” I yell, trying to stop my voice from
Last Updated : 2024-09-24He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back I’m Alone
Imogene ScottI’m not sure how long it’s been but it feels like forever. My bag isn’t here, it’s by the booth so I don’t access my phone. And this room has nothing that can help.Which is why I’ve resorted to slamming my fists against the door. My hands are sour now. It’s probably been hours. How could Elinor do this? How could she lock me in here, like some prisoner? My skin feels clammy, and a cold sweat runs down my back. I lean my forehead against the door, breathing in shallow gasps. Regrets starts to bubble up in me all over again. I can’t believe it.Elinor played me. She used me, lied to me, made me doubt everything. And I believed her over Damien. Tears sting my eyes, but I force them back. This is my fault. I let her words poison my thoughts, and now... now Damien is probably gone. I pace the small room, feeling my skin prickly with goosebumps. I betrayed Damien’s trust, didn’t I? I didn’t believe him when he was honest. The look in his eyes when I confronted him about
Last Updated : 2024-09-24He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back The Speech
Imogene Scott I stand frozen in the parking lot, the reality that Damien is gone hitting me. My eyes scan the crowd again, but there’s nothing. No sign of him anywhere. I’ve never felt this kind of desperation before—this gnawing, aching feeling that I’ve lost everything. And it’s my fault. My hands tremble as I wipe my face, clearing away the tears. I look around, the sight of people laughing and chatting as they walk to their cars.I spot an empty car near the edge of the lot, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m climbing onto the hood. The cold metal under my feet feels like the only solid thing in my life right now. I stand there, breathing hard, and people start to look up, curious about the crazy lady that’s standing on a car. They stop walking, turning to see what I’m doing. Some look confused, others amused, but I don’t care. I don’t care about any of it. “Damien!” I shout, my voice cracking as it cuts through the crowd. “Damien, if you’re here, please… please listen
Last Updated : 2024-09-24He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Together Again
Imogene ScottBut then, just as I’m about to turn away, I hear a familiar voice.“Imogene.”I freeze. My heart skips a beat, and I turn around slowly, afraid that I’ve imagined it.But I didn’t. There he is. Damien. Standing just a few feet away, his eyes locked on mine, his expression unreadable. He’s still here. He’s not gone.“Damien…” I breathe, taking a shaky step forward.He walks toward me, and I an barely breathe as he steps closer, until we’re standing just inches apart. I search his face, trying to figure out what he’s thinking, but I can’t.“You… you heard me?” I whisper.He nods, his eyes never leaving mine. “I heard everything.”For a moment, neither of us speaks. I bite my lip, waiting for him to say something, anything. I’m terrified that I’ve messed this up beyond repair.“You’re not…saying anything?” I ask under my breath.Damien curls an arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him. Our bodies flush and I barely have time to register what’s happening before he pr
Last Updated : 2024-09-24He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Readers’ Opinion
I noticed some readers do not approve of Damien and Imogene’s relationship. So, over to you guys, do you think Damien deserves Imogene?
Last Updated : 2024-09-26He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back The Trip
Imogene Scott Three weeks later… I fold the last dress and tuck it into my suitcase, but my hands linger over the zipper. My stomach churns. It's just one week, I tell myself, pressing down the thoughts that keep rising. A whole week without Lily. I sigh and zip the suitcase shut.I walk over to the dresser, grabbing my phone and charger. The room feels heavy, like it's waiting for me to change my mind. It feels wrong leaving Lily, even if it’s just for a week. “What if she misses us?” I whisper to myself, though I know she’s in good hands. Breonna loves her, and Lily adores Breonna, but still…The doorbell rings, cutting through my thoughts. My heart does this strange little twist, and I force myself to breathe. It’s Breonna. She’s here. I head to the door, opening it to see her standing there with a bright smile. “Hey, you ready?” she asks, stepping inside with a bag slung over her shoulder.“Yeah… almost,” I say, stepping aside to let her in. She immediately picks up on my
Last Updated : 2024-09-26He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back New Zealand
Damien Shaw As we pull out of the parking lot, I glance over at Imogene. She’s sitting stiffly in the passenger seat, her hands resting in her lap, fingers twisting a small strand of hair. She’s trying to hide it, but I know her well enough to see the tension in her shoulders. The way her jaw tightens every few seconds. I place a hand on her knee and give it a gentle squeeze. “Lily’s going to be fine, you know,” I say. “Breonna knows what she’s doing. You trust her, right?”“It’s not about trusting Breonna. I do. It’s just...I’ve never been away from her for this long.”I nod, understanding her hesitation. I get it. I really do. But we need this. She needs this. We need time for ourselves after the roller coaster of dramas we’ve been through.“I know it’s hard, but it’s only a week. And we’ll call, FaceTime—hell, Breonna will probably send you a picture of Lily every five minutes if you ask her to.”Imogene smiles faintly. “She’ll be okay,” I repeat, my thumb rubbing soft circl
Last Updated : 2024-09-26He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Situationship
Imogene Scott Damien and I take the rest of the day to rest after an hour’s video call with Lily. By morning, we are fully recharged to start out seven days relaxation plan. Except, we stay in a private villa, just us two. There’s another one next to ours, but I’m not sure if it’s vacant or not. Which leaves me with the option of checking out to check out the other villas which is a bit far from shore. The villa has tons of people, compared to the secluded part Damien and I booked. A few people are lurking around, while some are in bikinis, sitting under shades by the pool. I suddenly feel too dressed in my long yellow sundress.When I reach the pool, a blonde in a bikini rushes over. “Hey, want a balloon?” She waves a ball-shaped red balloon in front of me. “We’re about to have a game, and Team V needs another player.”“Um. No?” I want to explore a little bit before getting roped into playing some game.“You sure?” “Maybe later.”Her eyes widen. “Wait, aren’t you the MKTO bir
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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
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Am I Losing My Mind?
Imogene Scott Lily swings her legs under the table, her tiny feet barely brushing the ground as she happily digs into her mint chocolate ice cream. A small smear of green is at the corner of her mouth. She hums quietly as she eats, completely lost in her own little world. I should be able to enjoy this moment. Watching her be this happy should bring me peace, but it doesn’t. My stomach twists as I stare at her even though my own ice cream is melting in the cup. This is my fault. I shouldn’t have let things get this far. I shouldn’t have let my past mistakes bleed into Lily’s life. She’s just a child, my child, and she deserves to grow up without the weight of my sins pressing down on her. She looks up suddenly, “Mommy, are you okay?” I force a smile, even though my face feels stiff. “Of course, baby.” Lily nods, satisfied with my answer, and goes back to her ice cream. “Very good, Mommy,” she says in her soft, sweet voice before taking another spoonful. I w
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?”
