All Chapters of He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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

Damien ShawI pace back and forth in my office, the tension building with every step. My mind is racing, trying to process the mess from that article. I feel like I’ve been blindsided, like I let something slip through the cracks, and now, it’s hurting the one person who means the most to me. Imogene’s face flashes in my mind—her eyes filled with disbelief and hurt. That look... it cuts me deeper than I expected.The door swings open, and my crisis control team files in. I don’t waste time. "I want every single article taken down within the hour," I snap. They nod in unison, not a word spoken, and quickly waltz out of the office. I let out a long breath, sinking into my chair. My hands rake through my hair, and I close my eyes.But that image of Imogene’s hurt expression lingers. I feel like an absolute failure. I should’ve been more careful, should’ve seen this coming. How did I let this happen? Kia was just there for the event, just a simple introduction to a few people. But the m

Imogene Scott“What?”Allison leans in closer, her voice dropping a pitch, “I don’t like this whole relationship you’re having with my Keith,”I narrow my eyebrows, “Keith and I are just friends and—,”“For now,” Allison interrupts. “I know the history between you two. He used to be in love with you. For all I know, he still might be.”I frown and say cautiously. “Keith no longer sees my like that.”Allison drags in a ragged breath, “Maybe, Imogene. But all I’m asking is for you to take a step back from Keith. Give us a chance to grow more,”Allison needs me to step back from Keith, I’m ready to go that in order for them to grow. But I can’t abandon my project with Keith either. It has barely started off.“I don’t think I can do that, Al.”“Don’t call me that.” she snaps in a low tone. “I know you and Keith were together all evening yesterday.”“Working.” I reiterate.“Were you?”I lean closer to her. “This is really not about me. This is about you trying to trust Keith. I habour n

Damien Shaw I pull into the parking lot, tires screeching a bit too loudly on the pavement. My pulse matches the speed I drove to get here. I check the time. It’s late, way too late for the dinner I promised Imogene. The meeting had lasted a bit too long and I got so caught up in the moment that I lost track of time.The empty pit in my stomach sinks even deeper.I park the car, ready to head into the building when I spot Imogene sitting in her car. Her eyes are closed, her head leaned back against the headrest. She looks tired, but it’s more than that—it’s the disappointment hanging off her shoulders. I’ve seen it before. Too many times.I knock on her window, soft enough not to startle her but loud enough to pull her from her thoughts. Her eyes open slowly, locking onto mine. She doesn’t say anything. Just stares for a long moment, her expression unreadable, before she steps out of the car and heads toward the building without a word.“Imogene, wait.” My voice feels rough. Sh

Imogene Scott I place the note on the dining table and exhale. My breath is a little shaky as I head toward Lily’s room. She’s still asleep, her little chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. I pull the door shut quietly behind me and head for my bedroom.I rush through a shower and by the time I step out of the bath, the ache in my chest has dulled. I barely have time to wrap the towel around me before the doorbell rings. My heart stutters. Is it him?I walk to the door, the tiles cold under my bare feet. When I open it, there he is—Damien. His shirt is a little wrinkled and his hair is tousled. He’s probably been running his hands through it, stressing out about how to apologize. “Good morning,” he says.I don’t respond. He clears his throat. “About the flowers… Did you get them?”I cross my arms over my chest, the towel slipping slightly. “I had them dropped off at the hospital,”His brow furrows. “Why?”“Because I want us to have a real conversation, Damien,” I say.