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He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Traitor
Imogene ScottDamien’s knuckles are white around the steering wheel as we drive home from the airport.I glance down at my lap, then slowly reach over and place my hand on his. His jaw is tight, that muscle twitching again. The one that always flares up when he’s on the edge of unraveling. I trace a gentle circle on the back of his hand with my thumb.“Are you okay?” I ask.He doesn’t look at me when he answers. “Yeah. Everything’s fine.”I don’t believe him—not even a little. But I nod anyway. Maybe he’s just tired. Maybe he’s just anxious to be back home, to get back to normal, whatever normal even means anymore.But when we pull into the driveway and I open the door, the quiet hits me like a slap. A heavy, unnatural stillness. My heart lurches.No Lily running out the front door with that wild hair and crooked smile.No Sheila at the window, waving politely with a cup of tea in hand.Nothing.Inside, the silence grows louder.“Lily?” I call, voice cracking. “Kia?”I kick off my sho
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back The Mole
Damien ShawThe last few days have been great. Simple. Quiet. Honest.Away from the scrutinizing eyes of the public. Away from boardroom whispers, tabloid poison, the insatiable mouths of people who don’t know a damn thing about us. About her.The world’s been trying to convince me I’m losing the woman I love. That Imogene’s not safe. That she’s dangerous. A murderer. A liar. Unfit.But now?Now she looks like herself. She feels like herself.She’s smiling as she folds the last piece of clothing into her suitcase, humming under her breath. God. When was the last time she smiled like that? When was the last time I saw her move without fear in her spine?I stand there for a second, just watching her. Watching the woman who fought tooth and nail to survive something most people would’ve never come back from. But she’s still here.The doctor was right. A change of environment, a little peace, space to breathe—this is what she needed. Not more meds. Not another psych eval. Not another god
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Last Day
Imogene ScottIt’s finally the last night of our trip. That thought settles in my chest like a slow ache. It’s finally come to an end, and frankly, I never wanted it to. I could live in this bubble with Damien forever—no clocks, no emails, no eyes watching me like I might shatter again. But our life is waiting for us back in L.A. Lily. Kia. Sheila.Reality.I sit cross-legged on the bed, the sunset bleeding gold through the gauzy curtains behind me. My phone feels heavy in my hand as I dial Kia. The call rings twice before it connects. And there she is—Lily. My sunshine.“Mummy!” she squeals, her tiny face filling the screen, cheeks round and flushed, curls sticking to her forehead. Her front teeth are smeared with what looks like chocolate.A laugh bubbles up in my throat. “Hi baby! How are you?”She beams. “I’m fine! Aunty Kia made pancakes again. She put sprinkles on them.” Her little hands gesture wildly.I smile so hard it hurts. “That sounds amazing. Where are Aunty Kia and Shei
He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Borrowed Peace
Imogene ScottThe beach is quiet. It’s the kind of quiet that makes you breathe a little easier. My sandals are dangling from my fingers, the soft sand cool between my toes as Damien and I walk slowly, side by side. Damien bumps his shoulder lightly into mine. “You’ve been smiling at me a lot today,” he says, grinning.I raise an eyebrow. “Are you complaining?”“Not in the slightest.” His hand brushes against mine, then laces our fingers together like it’s second nature.It should terrify me how easily this all feels. But it doesn’t. Not right now. I feel normal. He stops walking, crouches down, and picks something from the sand. A seashell, smooth and pale pink with a little chip on one side. He holds it out to me.“For the twins,” he says, placing it in my hand. “One each. They’ll never forget how strong their mother is.”My throat tightens. I close my fingers around the shell like it’s something sacred. “They’ll never forget how much their father fought for her,” I whisper.Th
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
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