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He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back We’re Done
Imogene ScottDamien stands up first, his eyes locking with mine. There’s a storm in them—anger, hurt, regret, and something else. Something raw that makes my throat tighten.Keith tries to stand, but he winces, clearly in pain. “Imogene,” he says, his voice soft, like he’s expecting me to run to him. But I don’t. I can’t.The officer clears her throat. “Miss Scott, you’re free to post bail for either or both of them. Though, I suggest you talk to them first.”Talk? To them? I don’t even know what to say.I step toward Damien first. My heart tugs in his direction before my brain can stop it. He’s leaning against the wall, looking down at the floor. His knuckles are bruised, and his jaw is tight, but his eyes... they’re softer now, searching mine as I stand in front of him.“What the hell happened?” I ask, my voice barely more than a whisper. Damien lets out a slow breath, running a hand through his hair. “Keith. He lied, Imogene. About everything.” His voice is rough, and there’s
Last Updated : 2024-09-22He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back I Have A Choice
Imogene ScottThe words hang in the air. I see the flicker of defeat in his eyes, and for a moment, he looks like a stranger to me. Keith opens his mouth, as if to argue, but no words come out. His shoulders slump, and he turns away. I don’t feel triumph in this moment. Just a deep, aching sadness. How did everything get so messed up?I step away, needing air. I can’t be in the same room with him any longer. The officer, sensing the tension, steps in. "Miss Scott, if you’re done here, you can handle the bail paperwork for Mr. Shaw. We can proceed with Mr. Jordan’s after that."I nod, numb, and turn to Damien. He hasn’t moved, still standing there, watching me with an intensity that makes my heart stutter. He has a small cut on his cheek, but he doesn’t seem to care. His eyes are locked on mine, waiting for some kind of sign.I sigh, running a hand through my hair. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”He follows me silently. As we walk toward the front of the station, the dim ligh
Last Updated : 2024-09-22He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Little Question
Thank you for making it this far with "He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back." So Far, what do you think about the pace of the book? Is it too fast or too slow? Do you think the problems are being solved too fast or they should drag on much longer? Feel free to leave a comment on what you think. XoXo- Author Siwa Rose.
Last Updated : 2024-09-22He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Wedding Bells
Imogene Scott Two weeks later… It’s no surprise that the whole incident didn’t affect the Tech Con Project. Except Keith now works his part alone. He sends his assistant to important meetings too. What’s with men and having their poor assistant face the humiliation for them?I haven’t seen Keith since that night at the police station. We don’t even run into each other even though we stay in the same building. I’m not sure how long he’s going to avoid a confrontation. He should at least own up to his mistakes and apologize like a man.I guess I should really level up regarding my taste in men.But I can’t let that bother me right now because I need to get ready for a wedding. Not mine obviously, but my Dad is getting remarried. Funny, right? His third marriage. I’m surprised he suddenly found the love of his life two months after finally regaining everything he lost.But I’m happy for him, at least Sasha and Fiona, my step mom and step sister, are out of the picture now and Da
Last Updated : 2024-09-22He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back A Date
Damien Shaw Imogene is standing by the altar, resplendent in a pale orange dress that makes her glow despite the dark skies. Wisps of hair frames her face, and a delicate glint of gold gleams around her neck.If I were a bride, I would never let her in my wedding party because she outshines everyone around her. Every time, a million times over.Orange instead of white. Bridesmaid instead of bride.It isn’t our wedding, but seeing her up there, looking so damn beautiful I can’t believe she’s real...it’s an excruciating reminder of what I’d had.And what I’d lost.But at least now there’s hope. Keith is out of the picture and Imogene is letting me have visits with Lily too. I’m finally getting to occasionally see my daughter and I’m finally unlocking the cage in Imogene’s heart. She knows it. She just isn’t ready to admit it. The rest of the ceremony passes in a blur. It isn’t until the other guests stand and file into the reception hall that I realize the actual wedding is over
Last Updated : 2024-09-22He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Surprise Event
Imogene Scott“You what?” Elinor’s face scrunches in disapproval. “Why would you agree to go on a date with your ex-husband?”“It’s not as bad as it sounds. I told him one date and that it doesn’t mean we’re dating, which means we can see other people.” I say, grabbing my robe out of the closet.Elinor and I are staying in the same hotel room and the wedding ended an hour ago. Dad and Lila will be staying in Brooklyn for a few more days and Elinor also agreed we stay for the weekend. Except she might change her mind now that she knows Damien and I are going on a date tomorrow night.“Are you actually seeing other people?”“Not yet,” I admit, putting on my robe. “But I will once I’m back in LA.”I doubt that. I still haven’t moved on from Keith’s betrayal. “You’re going on a date with someone you divorced three years ago,” Elinor says gently. “I’m just worried you’re...backsliding,” “No.” My response contains the ring of a half- truth. “I know Damien. He won’t give up until he get
Last Updated : 2024-09-22He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Stealing Breaths
Imogene ScottI stand in front of my mirror, turning slightly to the left, then to the right, appraising my reflection. My black dress clings to my curves just enough to make me feel both elegant and comfortable. I don’t know why I’ve put in so much effort for tonight. Damien already called earlier, telling me that he had arranged a car to pick me but he was vague with the details. I just hope he isn’t planning something huge. We agreed on a date. Which is short for dinner.Elinor still doesn’t think it’s a good idea but she’s agreed to watch Lily tonight. I smooth a hand over my hair, freshly curled and cascading down my back, and apply a final coat of lipstick.“You look gorgeous.” Elinor says as she walks into the room. “You’re literally going to blind everyone with your gorgeousness.”She’s exaggerating. That’s what she does.I frown. “You’re overcompensating.”“I’m not. You’re going to steal breaths away.” she says dramatically. “You really went all out with your dressing to
Last Updated : 2024-09-22He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back A Sense Of Longing
Imogene ScottDamien walks toward me, the crowd parting as he moves. When he reaches me, there’s something in his eyes that’s different—something softer."Happy birthday, Imogene," he says quietly. "This... all of this, it’s for you."My mouth goes dry. "You did all this?" I manage to whisper, barely able to form the words.He nods, his eyes never leaving mine. "I wanted to show you how much you’ve meant to me. How much you’ve always meant to me, even when I didn’t know how to show it."My heart feels like it’s about to burst out of my chest. I look around again, my mind struggling to keep up with the enormity of what he’s done. It’s too much. Too grand. Too… overwhelming. I want to say something, anything, but my words fail me.He gestures toward the center of the gallery where a painting sits covered by a cloth. “I have something special for you. A gift.” He leads me to it, the crowd falling silent as he gently pulls the cloth away.The painting is beautiful. It’s me, but not jus
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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
