All Chapters of He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

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

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

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

Imogene Scott “I told you not to put those balloons there!” I shout across the room.Breonna gives me one of those long, tired looks—the kind that says ‘you’re worrying too much’—but continues tying the red balloon to the pole anyways. Of course, she doesn’t listen. We’ve got five hours to pull this off, and she’s focusing on the least important details. My nerves are stretched thin, even though we have a whole crew of event planners working to transform the house into something magical. Everyone’s playing their parts perfectly so far. Emmett’s doing a great job distracting Damien, keeping him far away from the house. Keith has handled the guest list and sent out all the invitations, which is why we’ve been texting so much lately. Breonna made sure the event planners pulled through at the last minute.But despite everything, I’m still worried. I really need this to be perfect for Damien.I turn to one of the event planners bustling nearby. “Where’s the cake?”“It’ll be here in le

Damien Shaw The sound of clinking glasses and soft music fills the air as I make my way through the party, greeting guests with a smile. The ballroom looks amazing—Imogene really outdid herself. The whole night feels so perfect and it’s all thanks to her. I catch a glimpse of her in the distance, laughing with a group of people. I really am the luckiest guy in the room. But then my gaze shifts, and I spot Breonna and Emmett in the corner. They’re deep in a conversation and their heads are close together, smiling like they’re sharing some private joke. It’s weird, really. I’ve noticed they don’t argue as much anymore, which is a relief. I’m not against whatever’s going on between them, but Emmett… there’s something about him. He’s this mysterious and secretive guy. Even when we went to that baseball game earlier today, it felt like he was holding something back. He was fun enough, sure, but there’s an underlying vibe that doesn’t sit right with me. I walk over and interrupt th