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He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back New Intern
Damien ShawBeing out of the office for six months was something I didn’t think I would be able to do until Lily’s illness. Imogene and I had taken time off work for six months to take care of Lily and be there for her. Now that everything has finally fallen back into place, she back running her gallery and I’m back at IMU.Most of all, dropping Lily off at school today gave me the kind of fulfillment I never thought I’d ever feel. My family is finally okay again. Last thing I’m the least is for m and Imogene to be together again legally. But I don’t want to push her into doing anything or rush her. I recently just proposed so I’ve decided to give it time.My heart soars with happiness as I pull up in front of IMU. It feels nice to be back at the company after so long. It’s all thanks to my assistant, Miles who’s been overseeing every activities in the company, that IMU is still running smoothly.“Good morning, Mr Shaw.” Gerald says I step out of the elevator when it dumps me on th
Last Updated : 2024-10-08He 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 : 2024-10-12
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He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Mystery Key
Imogene Scott I sit in the living room, wringing my hands together as I stare at the clock. The agency said they’d send the fourth candidate soon, but if she’s anything like the last three, I’m not sure I’ll survive the day. The first woman looked like she’d send me into an early grave with how tightly wound she was, and the second… I don’t even want to think about her. I could practically see her zoning out halfway through our conversation. The third one made me tilt my head in disbelief—a heavy coat, in this heat? On a blazing sunny day? What was she hiding under there? I shake my head, exasperated. A long sigh slips from my lips, and I sink further into the couch, staring at the sun-drenched curtains. Why is this so hard? I just want someone competent. Someone who can help me manage this house without driving me insane. The sharp ring of the doorbell jolts me upright. I spring to my feet, brushing invisible creases from my dress. Fourth time’s the charm, right? I don’t
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Carrying The Burden Alone
Damien Shaw "I don’t even know who to trust anymore." The words are frustrating as they leave my mouth. I press my hands flat against the edge of my desk, gripping it harder. Gerald stands across from me, his expression carefully neutral, but I can see the tension in his jaw. “Weaknesses in our security?” I continue. “And now we’re sure someone on the inside helped with the leak?”Gerald nods. “Yes. The evidence points to internal involvement. Possibly more than one person.” The idea sinks into my chest like a stone. More than one person. It’s almost unthinkable. My team, the people I’ve trusted, built this company with—could they really be working against me? My throat tightens at the thought. “We need a full background check on every employee,” I say. “No exceptions. I don’t care how long they’ve been with the company, whether they’re at the executive level or just interns. Go through them all.”Gerald hesitates, just for a second. “That’ll take time,” he says carefull
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Agreeing
Imogene Scott My mind is spinning as I step out of Lila’s office. Divorce papers. My father’s name on them. Lila’s isn’t. A billion-dollar check. For her? My heels echo sharply against the marble floor as I walk. In the lobby, I see the receptionist who texted me earlier and make my way toward her. She looks around nervously, then waves me over to a quieter corner. “You’re Mr. Scott’s daughter, right?” her voice low.“Yes,” I say. “Why?”She glances over her shoulder, then leans in, her voice barely above a whisper. “Your father was here the day before he was... you know. Killed. He and Lila had a huge fight in her office. I couldn’t hear what they were arguing about, but it was bad.”My stomach drops. “Do you remember anything else? Anything at all?” She shakes her head apologetically. “No, but... there’s something not right about her. She’s hiding something about this company. I’ve been here a long time, and I know when something’s off.”I blink, trying to process her word
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Uncovering More
Imogene Scott A week later… I sit in the stiff leather chair, my hands resting over my stomach. The waiting room is quiet and the door finally swings open. The doctor steps in, holding a folder. My breath hitches. This is routine, I remind myself. Routine. I’m here for my usual checkup. Alone this time. I had told Damien he didn’t have to accompany me since he’s been missing a lot work a lot lately because of me.“Mrs. Shaw,” The doctor says with a polite nod, gesturing for me to join him in his office. I follow, my heels clicking against the tile floor. His office smells faintly of antiseptic and lavender, maybe. I sit across from his desk, the folder now open in front of him. He doesn’t look alarmed, but there’s a wrinkle in his brow. “Imogene, I’m glad you came in today.” “Is everything alright?” He nods but steeples his fingers, leaning forward slightly. “The babies are fine, but your stress levels are higher than we’d like. It’s starting to show in your vitals
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Light
Imogene Scott The bedroom feels too big when Damien walks out. I sit up in bed, clutching the edge of the blanket. I let out a shaky breath, staring at the door he just closed. He’s going to ask me about therapy. I know he will. I don’t even know how to explain it. How do I tell him that sitting in that room felt like unpacking a suitcase only to realize you’ve brought nothing but broken things? That therapy didn’t feel like healing—it felt like dragging wounds out into the open and watching them bleed. I shake my head. I can’t stay in bed waiting for him to corner me. The quiet will drive me insane. I throw back the covers and swing my legs over the side of the bed. My head spins as I stand, but I grip the bedpost and steady myself. I shuffle to the door, trailing my hand along the wall as I make my way downstairs. The faint hum of the stovetop reaches my ears, along with the rhythmic sound of Damien chopping something. I stop at the edge of the kitchen and watch him.
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Frustrated
Damien Shaw “Please, keep the investigation discreet for now,” I say firmly, meeting Gerald’s gaze. My voice is steady, but my insides churn. Gerald nods and gathers his notes before leaving my office. The door clicks shut and I sink into my seat, pinching the bridge of my nose as my temples throb. Five meetings, all back-to-back in one morning. Each one is a battlefield of strategy, damage control, and trying to piece together what the hell is happening with this damn leak. My head feels like it’s about to split open, and the office suddenly seems unbearably warm. I loosen my tie and lean back, closing my eyes for a brief moment. I need just a second—one second to breathe— My phone vibrates against the desk, shattering the silence. I grab it immediately, hoping it’s Gerald with an update, but instead, I see Imogene’s name. It’s a text: Imogene: "I don’t think therapy is good for me."My stomach twists. Therapy. The session. What happened? My thumb hovers over her nam
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Fake Foundation
“Yes,” I say with a little more heat on it than I would’ve liked. “Because he believed in me. He believed I could do it.”“Okay.”“He believed in me.”“I understand.”Beat.“Can you tell me what happened after you helped him save the company?” Annie pauses to find the right words. This one I don’t want to answer but I feel like if I wiggle around it Annie will just come right back for the jugular with her follow up. I tread with caution.“Well… he got married again.”“And you?”“Yes, what about me?”“Were you in touch with him?”“Well, he had his new life. We barely kept touch.”Annie holds another of her trademark unreadable stares at me. Even though I can’t gauge the specics, I can tell there’s a lot of speculation going on. I feel theneed to add more.“Plus, we started keeping in touch again recently.” I give a little nod to punctuate my statement. I’m hoping that moved the dialon Annie’s judgment, but after a few seconds I can tell it didn’t.Annie purses her lips. “Who reached
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back The Session
Imogene Scott I sit down in the tufted chair opposite Dr Annie Eddie and let out a sigh. This is my first therapy session with her and I’m a little nervous. I’m only here because of Damien. Because I want to be better for him, for Lily and the twins. I tell her a few things about my life I’m comfortable telling anyone and she tells me in order to get to what’s underneath those emotions, what’s driving it, we need to unpack my life in a more comprehensive way.“Okay…” I’m hesitant. What will this entail? I hate the uncertainty.“And please, address me as Annie.” I nod. “Sure.”“Now, I want to understand more about Little Imogene,” she says tenderly. “I understand your mother died of cancer when you were just ten.”Always with the childhood, these therapists. I’ve seen enough movies and TV shows to know that this is the classic therapeutic scapegoat. Some shit happenedin your childhood, it messed you up, that’s why you are the way you are.But not me. I didn’t have an alcoholic d
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Perfect Is Imperfect
Damien Shaw The kitchen smells like butter and eggs as I stand by the stove, flipping the omelette in the pan. The sizzle fills the air, and I catch the faintest scent of parsley—Lily insists she hates green things, but I sneak them in for her anyway. I glance at the clock above the sink. It’s later than I thought. Imogene is still upstairs with the doctor. I hope that goes smoothly, but something tells me it won’t. “Mummy says eggs make you strong like Superman!” Lily’s voice cuts through my thoughts as she rushes into the kitchen.“Is it ready, Daddy?” she asks.She’s peering up at me with those wide, curious eyes that make me feel like I’m doing something right in this whole parenting thing. “Just in time,” I say.I slide the omelette onto a small plate, cut it into smaller pieces, then hand it to her. “Thank you!” she chirps before scampering into the living room. I follow her with my eyes as she climbs onto the couch, settling in with her plate. A faint movement ca
