All Chapters of He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I noticed some readers do not approve of Damien and Imogene’s relationship. So, over to you guys, do you think Damien deserves Imogene?

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

Imogene ScottDahlia smiles as she squeezes my hand. “Don’t stress with labels. I should know better.”“Really,”“Yeah. I’ve been married for ten years now.” she says calmly.Okay, did she just say she’s married? She’s been married for ten years? What the hell is happening here?“What? You were just crying over…”“My jerktastic boyfriend, yes.” she finishes for me. “It’s…erm…it’s an open marriage.”“Wow.” My hands fly to my mouth without me realizing it. An open marriage? I’ve always thought open marriages were ridiculous. Why would you want to sleep with other people when you’re already married and committed to someone else?“Yes. My husband and I can sleep with whoever we want to.” she adds as if she can read my mind. “It doesn’t affect the love we have for each other. At least that was the initial plan until…”“You fell for someone else.” Here I’m thinking my relationship with Damien is complicated.“Exactly.” she sighs. “His name is Daniel. Met him at this night bar my husban

Imogene Scott Damien and I sound the rest of the day resting. We lounge on the couch, the soft hum of the evening wrapping around us. I take a sip of wine, the cool liquid slipping down my throat, and lean into Damien’s side. His arm drapes lazily over my shoulder, everything feels... easy. No stress, no drama—just us. It’s moments like these that make me want to forget everything else.“I could get used to this,” I murmur, swirling the wine in my glass, watching the deep red catch the light.“Mhm, same here. We should do this more often.”I nod, closing my eyes for a moment, savoring the peace. The faint sound of crashing waves fills the silence between us, and I can almost forget about the chaotic mess this trip has already been. Almost.That is, until the doorbell rings.I sit up a little too quickly, nearly spilling my wine. The soft chime echoes through the villa. My heart skips, my mind already jumping to the worst conclusions. Who the hell could that be?Damien groans beside

Damien Shaw The door clicks shut, and the silence that fills the villa after Jace and Dahlia leave is almost a relief. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding, running a hand through my hair. The tension in my shoulders doesn’t ease, though, and I glance over at Imogene. She’s already started gathering empty glasses and straightening the cushions on the couch.I move to help her, picking up plates and stacking them. The whole night… It was hard to enjoy anything when I could feel Jace’s eyes on her, the way he kept glancing at Imogene like he didn’t care I was sitting right there. Every time she spoke, he seemed to hang onto her every word, and it took everything in me not to just call him out on it.But I didn’t. I held back because I wasn’t sure. What are we? What do I even have the right to feel? We’re here, together, and it feels right—she feels right—but I don’t know if I can just claim her like that. Our relationship is still unlabeled.I place the plates on t