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He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Finding Closure
Imogene Scott The next day, Breonna and I are fully ready ready to return to LA but our flights got canceled. Something about a technical issue or a booking delay, I can’t even keep track. Now, we have to spend another whole day in Hong-Kong. Good for me, I’m another twenty four hours away from facing my problems. And it’s even more daunting now that ‘Emmett’ problems have been added to it. God, when does this ever end? Breonna, though, looks excited about staying another day. How is she so unbothered? I still can’t wrap my head around how she’s just quote-unquote moved on from Emmett so fast. I suppose it’s easier when you were never in love. Still, it’s impressive how she can bounce back so quickly. We’re sitting in the hotel room now in silence. I can tell Breonna is thinking, she’s probably wondering what to do with this unexpected extra time.“How about we go shopping again?” she says.I laugh a little. “The clothes we bought last time are still packed. I’m not sure I’ll
Last Updated : 2024-10-31He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back …
Nobody beats Damien Shaw when it comes to grand gestures. Right? But don’t you think he always weasels his way out of everything by making these huge romantic grand gestures and giving Imogene no other option but to forgive him?
Last Updated : 2024-10-31He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Reunited
Damien Shaw I know what you’re thinking…how did we get here? How did I end up standing at this altar, waiting for the woman I’ve loved more than anything to walk toward me, in the middle of Hong Kong, no less?It all started two days ago when I came home to an empty house. No Imogene. No Lily. The panic that hit me was instant. I called, texted, searched everywhere, but no sign of them. My mind raced through all the worst possibilities, had something happened? Did she leave for good? After hours that felt like years, I couldn’t breathe. I almost lost my mind.For two whole days, I searched. I went to every place I thought she might be, checked in with friends—non existent ones since Imogene has none—even reached out to people I hadn’t spoken to in years, hoping someone might know where they went. And then it hit me, Interpol. I know a guy there. If she left the country, they’d have a record of it. I made the call, barely keeping it together, and when they confirmed it, when they
Last Updated : 2024-11-01He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Proud
Imogene Scott I can’t believe I’m married. Married. Again. To Damien. The words don’t fit inside my mind. They slip and slide away, refusing to stick. I feel like I’m still dreaming, or maybe playing dress-up in a life that isn’t really mine. Damien’s hand in mine feels real, though. His fingers are warm as he leads me toward the hotel room. I’m still trying to make sense of what just happened—the vows, the kiss, the ring on my finger—but none of it feels real yet. None of it is registering:I don’t even notice we’ve stepped inside the room until Damien taps my shoulder. I blink, looking around. I have so many questions and I don’t know where to start."How long have you been in Hong Kong?" I finally ask. My voice is small."Two days," he says, his gaze never leaving mine.My heart squeezes painfully. Two days. He’s been here for two days. "Why didn’t you reach out?" I ask.He hesitates, then sighs, running a hand through his hair. "I wanted to be prepared before I did."Pr
Last Updated : 2024-11-03He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back News
Imogene Scott Next morning…I toss and turn, slipping in and out of sleep until my eyes blink open. My mind is a little hazy and I blink a few times. That’s when I see Damien, lying on his side, his head propped up on his hand, just watching me.I feel a smile pull at my lips as I meet his gaze. “How long have you been doing that?”“Good morning, beautiful.”A blush warms my cheeks. "Good morning."We sit up slowly and Damien stretches, before turning to me. “What do you say we grab a quick shower and head to the diner across the street for breakfast? Breonna and Lily are already there, probably having waffles and making a mess.”I stifle a yawn and nod. "Okay, but you go first."He leans over and presses a soft kiss to my forehead. Without another word, he heads to the bathroom, and I watch him disappear behind the door.I sink back into the bed, closing my eyes as a I feel my chest tighten. What if this doesn’t last? What if our second marriage becomes a sham too? I try to push i
Last Updated : 2024-11-07He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Leave
Imogene Scott Breonna glances down, playing with the edge of her napkin. “I don’t know yet. They haven’t posted me to a specific location, but… I can only hope it’s close to home.”There’s a silence at the table, and I’m not sure if they can hear how fast my heart is beating. Or how sweaty my palms are. Breonna gives me a long, she can tell that I’m a little blow off. What I’m sure she can’t see, is how my mind is already conjuring images of how miserable it’d be without her.She’s everything, which is even an understatement. I’m not sure I’ll be able to cope with not having her around.Damien reaches across, giving Breonna’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze, while I try to keep my own feelings in check. I'm happy for her, truly, but the thought of the possibility of her moving far away is harder to swallow than I anticipated. I smile, swallowing down the sadness.“Well, here’s hoping it’s close,” I manage, giving her a reassuring smile. Breonna beams back, and the rest of dinne
Last Updated : 2024-11-11He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Appointment
Imogene ScottI feel so stupid for asking that question. For asking Emmett if he was really in love with Breonna after they had both affirmed that their relationship was solely sexual.Maybe one part of me wanted it to be more. That way, Breonna wouldn’t have to move away if she gets posted far away for the job. She would stay for Emmett.But knowing the kind of person Breonna has always been, I don’t think she would tie herself down for any man even if she were in love with him.I sink deeper into my seat and sigh for the sixth or seventh time, I’m not sure. I’m not sure I’ll be able to get any job done today. My thoughts are too loud in my head. Maybe I can do something else with that time; like go to the doctor’s appointment Damien arranged.He wants to be sure our baby is healthy and I understand he wants what’s best for us. I grab my phone and draft a text. [Me: Let’s visit the doctor today?]I really need to get things off my chest. I close my eyes and count seconds as I wai
Last Updated : 2024-11-12He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Appointment
Imogene Scott My brain quits. It takes at least a second for me to speak. “Nine weeks? How did I not know?”“It happens to a lot of mothers, Imogene.” Dr Walsh reaffirms.I’d been under work stress, Damien stress, for weeks now that I hadn’t even noticed the changes in my own body.Dr Walsh’s face lights up as he turns the screen toward us. “Well, Imogene… looks like you’re having twins.”“Oh my God.” I cover my mouth with a shaking hand.I can’t process it. Twins? My heart skips. I glance up at Damien, and he’s staring at the screen with wide eyes. His hand is gripping mine even tighter now. His eyes falls on me and he leans down, pressing a kiss to the back of my hand. “Twins,” he murmurs. “Two more kids.”The doctor clears his throat, smiling. “Would you like to hear their heartbeats?”I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Yes! Yes, please.”A new sound fills the room, a steady, rhythmic thumping. My eyes well up, and I blink quickly. Those tiny heartbeats are… they’re real
Last Updated : 2024-11-12
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He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Art Date
Damien Shaw “What else do you need me to grab? Your handbag?” I ask, watching her in the mirror as she pulls her hair up into one of those quick, messy buns that somehow still looks perfect on her.We’ve been in this house for a few days now. No noise. No schedules. Just the two of us. It’s been good but I figured she might want to stretch her wings a little. When I found out there was a small art center just half an hour from here, I booked us a private session. No people. No distractions. Just space and light and canvas.“I can grab my bag,” she says, walking to the bed where it’s tossed beside the sundress she picked earlier. It’s light yellow that ends just mid-thigh. Her bare legs steal my attention for a second longer than I mean them to.But I’m faster. I reach for the bag before she can.“You’re not allowed to carry anything,” I say, grabbing it and slinging it over my shoulder. It’s half the size of her and somehow still weighs a damn ton.She frowns at me like I’ve ju
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Everything
Imogene Scott The sun is starting to go down when I wake up. The blanket is still tucked around me, and I stretch, feeling the tightness in my muscles from the nap Damien insisted I take after lunch. My body is still warm. I glance over to the clock, surprised by how much time has passed.As I sit up, Damien appears in the doorway, a small smile playing on his lips. His eyes are bright, and there’s a glint of mischief in them. He’s holding something behind his back, though I can’t tell what.“Feeling better?” he asks, his voice low, smooth. I nod slowly, still trying to shake off the drowsiness.“You wouldn’t let me sleep through the afternoon, would you?” I tease, stretching again as my arms reach above my head, my back arching. He chuckles softly, shaking his head.“I had a plan for you,” he says, stepping into the room. His smile widens. “So, I prepared a little something special for you while you were asleep.”I raise an eyebrow. “Oh really?” “Yes, really,” he says, an
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Sus
Damien Shaw It’s surprising how bright the morning sun is after the heavy rain last night. I shift under the sheets and my hand reaches out instinctively, searching for Imogene, but the space beside me is empty.I sit up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. The house is quiet. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, the cool floor sending a slight shiver up my spine.As I step into the hallway, the aroma of fresh apples wafts through the air. I follow the scent to the dining area and find Imogene seated at the table, meticulously slicing apples into thin wedges.“Why are you doing this so early in the morning?” I ask, approaching her.She looks up, a soft smile playing on her lips. “I just crave apples.”I chuckle, “You should’ve woken me up to cut them for you.”“It’s fine,” she replies, focusing back on her task.Suddenly, her phone beeps. She sets down the knife and picks up the device, answering the incoming video call. Kia's face appears on the screen, and beside her is
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Fall
Damien Shaw We go back inside after the rain. I lead Imogene to the bathroom where I prepare her a hot bath. Steam curls up from the tub as I swirl my hand through the water, checking the temperature. Not too hot. Just warm enough to soothe her bones. She stands there quietly beside me. Her lashes are still damp from the rain, and I help her out of the oversized hoodie with gentle hands. My fingers graze her shoulders, and I swear, even soaked to the skin, she glows. There’s a peace in her eyes I haven’t seen in weeks.She steps into the bath with a small sigh, like her whole body is unraveling, and I wait for a second—just watching her exhale. Then I step out, give her space. She needs this.While she soaks, I clear the chaos we left behind. Plates. Crumpled napkins. Half a pint of chocolate ice cream melting on the coffee table. The rain’s still coming down in sheets outside, thick drops racing down the windowpanes.I grab a towel, ruffle it through my hair, then toss it o
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Day 3
Imogene Scott I slept through the night for the first time in weeks. No jolting awake. No sweat-slicked skin. No dreams of drowning in shadows. Just silence. Stillness. Peace.My eyes open slowly, blinking into the quiet morning light spilling through the gauzy white curtains. The ocean breeze flows in from the slightly open window. My head doesn’t feel like it’s been split in two.I pull the blanket down and sit up, cradling my growing belly with both hands. The twins will be here in a few weeks. Two heartbeats fluttering beneath my skin. Two tiny souls I haven't even met, but already love with an intensity that’s terrifying and beautiful all at once.My fingers press gently into the bump. “You two are going to be okay,” I whisper. “We’re all going to be okay.”A soft smile pulls at my lips. It’s real this time. Not the kind I force at dinner tables or mirror reflections. No, this one is real.“What are you smiling about?”Damien’s voice startles me. I look up as he steps into
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Way Back
Damien Shaw The sun spills through the curtains as my eyes flutter open. I groan, registering the soreness in my bones. I rub at my face, letting my hand fall onto the bed beside me…It’s empty.My heart kicks up, a sudden thrum against my ribs.Imogene is not here.The sheets are still warm, faintly scented with her shampoo and her pillow’s half-squashed. She couldn’t have gone far. But still… my throat tightens as I sit up fast, pushing the blanket off. My bare feet hit the cool wood floor and I stand, eyes scanning the quiet bedroom.I don’t call out. Not yet. My gut twists like it always does when she disappears from my line of sight. I step into the hallway, and I’m immediately hit with a warm, sweet and smoky smell.Pancakes?I follow the scent into the kitchen, tension loosening slightly with each step. And then I see her.She’s standing by the stove, her back to me, swaying ever so slightly to some melody in her head. She’s barefoot, in nothing but my oversized black T-shir
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Day One
Imogene Scott“Mummy, how long are you going to be gone?” Lily’s small voice floats toward me.I pause, my hand hovering over the zipper of my suitcase. The last dress is folded neatly inside and I press it down before turning to face her. She’s standing by the edge of the bed.“Mummy will be back in a few days,” I say gently, kneeling in front of her and smoothing her curls with my palm. She looks at me like she’s studying me, trying to see if I’m telling the truth or just saying what I think she wants to hear.“Will Mummy be better by then?” she asks.My breath catches.Better.I nod, brushing my thumb across her cheek.“Yes, baby. Mummy will be fine.”Lily thinks about that for a second, then smiles. “Yes, then Mummy can go. Anty Kia will take good care of me.”A soft knock sounds on the door just as I press a kiss to Lily’s forehead. Sheila steps in. “Is there anything else you want to take to the water park, Lily?” she says.Before Lily can answer, Kia walks in right behind
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Idea
Imogene Scott When I open my eyes, it’s dark outside.The ceiling fan spins slowly above me. My body feels warm as I place my palm on my forehead and try to register what time it is on the wall clock across the room. But my vision’s a little blurry and I can’t make out the numbers, so I sit up instead, blinking away the sleep.I swing my legs off the bed and the cold wooden floor kisses my bare feet. I tug Damien’s hoodie tighter around me before padding to the door. I didn’t mean to sleep that long. I was just going to close my eyes for a few minutes.The hallway is dim. I make my way down slowly, hand on the banister. My joints still feel a little stiff from laying in one position for too long.When I reach the last step, I spot him.Damien’s seated at the dining table, one elbow propped up, his head resting in his palm. His hair’s tousled like he’s run his hand through it a hundred times tonight.“Hey there,” I say, softly.His head snaps up.“You’re awake?” His voice is low.
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Getaway
Damien Shaw I help Imogene off the examination table slowly, my hands gripping her waist. She's light and it unsettles me more than I let on. She sits up and swings her legs over the edge, her fingers resting on my forearm to steady herself."I'm okay," she says softly.She’s not. But I nod anyway. We walk out of the room together and back into the office, where Dr. Rogers is typing something into her computer. The click of the keys fills the silence.She looks up and smiles, though there's a trace of something behind her eyes. Concern, maybe. Caution."Everything looks good so far," she says. "But we’re entering the home stretch now. Just a few more weeks. You both need to be careful, especially you, Imogene."Imogene nods politely. “We will.”I thank her and reach for the door handle, ready to leave. I’m already thinking about the drive home, when Dr Rogers calls out to me. “Damien, could I speak to you for a second?”I stop and glance at Imogene.“I’ll wait in the car,” she
