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He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Good News
Imogene Scott My day starts a little stellar the following day and by afternoon, I’m already grabbing coffe. Probably because I didn’t sleep well enough because of the sleepover, now I have to rely on caffeine to stay awake during the day. I walk to the cafe across the gallery and grab a cup of coffe, then jot down the time I bought the coffe and how many grams it weighs. I figured I should keep track of my caffeine intake and also put to good use, the journal Keith gave me. It’s a win win.After jotting down, I put the journal Uber my arm and grab my coffe. As I turn back towards the gallery, I hear the unmistakable sound of a car pulling up beside me. I glance over. It’s Allison. Great.Don’t get me wrong. She’s so lovable. And I have nothing against her except for the fact that the last time I saw her, she wasn’t exactly friendly. In fact, she asked me to stay away from Keith because she didn’t trust me. And now here she is, stepping out of her sleek black car, looking
Last Updated : 2024-10-16He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Mystery Man
Damien Shaw What the actual fuck? Now I’m starting to rethink if Imogene and Keith working together was ever a good idea in the first place. I mean, they were basically in each other’s arms a few seconds ago. I give Imogene a long look, she counters with a smile but I can see the nervousness behind it. “I’ll wait in the car.” I say and step out before she can say anything else. I storm out of the gallery, my jaw clenched so tight it hurts. I know it was just a hug, but something about it makes me lose my mind. Imogene and Keith, arms wrapped around each other, looking way too comfortable for my liking. I replay the scene over and over. Her smile. His hands on her back, and suddenly, I'm questioning everything. I yank the car door open and slide inside, slamming it shut behind me. My hands grip the steering wheel. I shouldn’t feel threatened by Keith. Imogene’s with me, we’re rebuilding... Before I can spiral too far, I hear the passenger door open. Imogene slips in, the so
Last Updated : 2024-10-17He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back So Am I
Imogene Scott God, things might spiral out of control at this point. I basically ignored that text from Damien’s father yesterday and now, he came looking for me at my place. What the hell? What if Damien walked in on us? I can barely comprehend how he’s going to react. He hates his father more than anything and he cannot in heaven or hell, find out I’ve met him twice without his knowledge.This is really messed up. What’s more messed up is the fact that I agreed to meet him again. I was desperate and he wouldn’t leave. He’s a dying man and I have a conscience. He wants to make amends before he dies and I can’t ruin that for him. I just have to do the little I can to help while also trying not to get involved in their drama.That sounds almost impossible but I can work through it.I walk into my apartment and go straight to my room. I grab a few of mine and Lily’s thing and place them in a tote bag. But my mind is still somehow occupied by everything. What if Damien finds out? H
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Last Updated : 2024-10-17He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Birthday
Imogene ScottThe next morning, Damien gets up earlier than usual. And by the time I finished getting ready to leave, he’s already left for the office. He won’t talk to me or tell me what’s bothering him and it’s killing me. I can’t stop thinking about what’s wrong. What I could’ve done to push him away. Or is it something else?It’s also all I can think about all day. Well, besides the fact that I might be meeting Damien’s father later. But I can always avoid that. I need to focus more on the problems at hand.“You do know overthinking reduces beauty and makes you less attractive.” Keith says, interrupting my thoughts.I eye him through my lashes. “I don’t think so.”His grin fades a little when he sees I’m not in the mood. I sink deeper into my seat, pulling my phone out to distract myself when I see a message pop up from Breonna.[Breonna: Hey, I’m outside.]Finally, a welcome distraction. I grab my things, pushing all thoughts to the back of my mind. As I step outside, I spot
Last Updated : 2024-10-17He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back This Is Enough
Damien Shaw As I pull into the driveway, I’m surprised to see Imogene’s car parked in its usual spot. She’s already home? This early? Although , she mentioned her workload reducing, I didn’t expect her to be home this early. I kill the engine and step out of the car, my footsteps crunching against the gravel. When I open the front door, the sound of Lily’s giggles fills the house. I find her sitting on the living room floor, playing with her toy car.“Hey, princess.” I say, scooping her up. She squeals with delight as I pepper her cheeks with kisses. The smell of something familiar drifts through the air—garlic, herbs, and the richness of home-cooked food. It’s been a while since I’ve come home to this. I turn toward the kitchen, and there she is. Imogene, standing by the counter, her hair loosely tied back, wearing an apron. An apron? She rarely cooks these days. “You’re just in time,” she says, as she steps toward me. I raise an eyebrow. “You cooked?”She smiles and n
Last Updated : 2024-10-18He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Try
Imogene Scott[Me: Damien agreed to go to the baseball match. Our plan is still go-go]I text Breonna as I step into the gallery. Now that we’ve done the easy part of the plan, which is getting Damien out of the house, we only need to worry about the other part.I’m pretty sure nobody is as excited as me about this party. I can already imagine the look of surprise on his face when he steps through the door and sees the surprise we pulled for him. As I walk deeper into the gallery, I see Emmett standing by the entrance to my office. “Good morning, Imogene.” he says. "Someone’s waiting for you in your office,"I stop mid-step and my heart skips. I know exactly who’s inside, but the knot in my stomach still tightens. I asked for this, didn’t I? It’s for Damien, I remind myself as I take a deep breath and nod at Emmett. "Thanks," He gives me a brief smile but doesn’t say more. I can tell he’s as uncertain about this as I am, though for different reasons. He doesn’t know the full s
Last Updated : 2024-10-18He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Unresolved Feelings
Damien Shaw The next three days are perfect. Less work for Imogene, more time spent with her, just the way I’ve always wanted it to be. In three consecutive days, I’ve come home to find her in the kitchen, cooking. It’s like she’s determined to make up for lost time, and with every moment I spend with her, I fall even more in love.My birthday is in two days. I’m not too psyched about the baseball match with the very mysterious Emmett—I don’t even know how that’s going to go—but the family dinner? That’s what I’m really looking forward to. It’s the thought of being together, just the three of us, that makes me feel like things are finally right.Tonight, after dinner, Imogene puts Lily to sleep while I read her a bedtime story. Lily’s tiny hand grips mine as she listens to me fumble through the pages. Her eyelids get heavier with each word, and by the time I finish, she’s already drifting off. Imogene tucks her well under the blanket and smiles at me from across the room.We
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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
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,
