All Chapters of He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Imogene Scott People do crazy crazy things for love. But what most people don’t do, is let their husband get with other women just because they think he’ll someday realize they’re the only one for him.As I say this, I feel totally stupid. I’m sitting in the lounge of Haven’s hotels and Suites and I can’t help but feel uneasy. I’m waiting for my husband to walk out with one of his many flings or at least get his room number.I’ve always known about Damien’s affairs for the past five years. Our marriage has been like that. He married me because I was pregnant with his child but after losing the baby, he completely changed. Then the multiple affairs began and we both made a deal not to meddle in each other’s lives. I was hurt, but one part of me has always reassured me that one day, he’s going to get tired of the affairs and love me properly. That one day, he’ll realize he’s never going to find a woman like me in any of those occasionally flings. Unfortunately, I think he just

Imogene ScottFor the next few days, I stay in a hotel. I have nowhere to go. My own father had cut ties with me long ago when I went against him and chose to marry Damien.He has even forbidden any of his family members—my stepmother and Fiona—from contacting me. But I don’t even consider them family to begin with. Not after what Fiona did to me.My mother is no more; she died of cancer ten years ago, and my father married his deceased driver’s wife, Sasha Nice, a few years later. Talk about being shallow.It’s as if my life is at a standstill. I’ve stayed in bed for the past few days and haven’t stepped out of the hotel room. My gallery opening is on hold, and I just want to be alone. I just need time alone to think, but I’ve been doing nothing but sleeping my problems away.Because I can’t summon the resolve to do anything else. As long as I can sleep, I feel numb, and numb is good; numb doesn’t hurt. To top it off, I’ve been down with a slight fever followed by constant naus

Damien Shaw “I don’t think staring at your wedding photo continuously will bring her back to you.” Breonna says as she walks into my office. Breonna is my adopted sister who doesn’t knock. She never has. And I should’ve known she isn’t going to this time either. Her steps are hurried, and she has a knack for speaking as she enters the room. What I didn’t know, was how she predicted that I was staring at my wedding photo. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I don’t meet her judgy gaze. “Joke’s on you, I was focused on a spreadsheet of products and how much is selling.” I say, my gaze still on the stack of papers in front of me. She smirks, then walks to my desk and lifts the papers up to reveal a photo of Imogene and me buried under the stack of papers. “You were saying?” she asks, making her way across the table to sit in the chair opposite me. I exhale sharply. It’s the only picture of Imogene I have and it’s the only picture I’ve been staring at for three years. The paper compa

Imogene Scott My breathing is labored. My feet hurt as I turn left, heading out of the front lawn into the streets. All eyes turn to me as I flee. One part of me tells me this isn’t real, that the person I just spoke to isn’t Damien Shaw. As I head into the dimly lit streets, I hear footsteps behind me.Tears start to flow freely as I turn my head. Damien is sprinting after me. My heart races faster, but this time it has nothing to do with exertion, and everything to do with that look of determination on Damien’s face. I continue to walk fast, but rapidly, Damien is gaining on me. I walk for a few more yards, then I realize it’s no use. I don’t know what I’m running from, I don’t know why I’m running. I skid to an halt, finally bringing myself to a complete stop.A moment later, I hear Damien’s hard breath hammering the cool air. I feel him move behind me. Slowly, I spin on my heel and face him. Both hands are in his hair, gripping the strands. His blue eyes are haunted, tort

Imogene Scott The next few days are hectic. The gallery opening turned out to be a huge success even after the little ruckus my ex-husband caused. Now, I have to juggle working at the gallery and interviewing the ladies that applied for the role of Lily’s nanny. None of them seem to be trustworthy until I interviewed Breonna Jenkins and she really is a responsible young lady. She just graduated college—so she told me—and is taking a gap year to figure out what she wants. Elinor also likes her so I think it’s only natural that I also like her. Elinor is never wrong. She’s starting today to and as I prepare to leave for the gallery, I hear the door bell buzzing. Perfect timing. I glance at Lily for a second. She’s sitting in her high chair, her tiny hands clutching a spoon as she attempts to scoop up some oatmeal. Her little nose scrunches in concentration, and I can’t help but smile, even as the knot in my stomach tightens. I take a deep breath, smoothing down my skirt as I walk