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The Make Up
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2024-09-14 22:32:43
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He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Grand Gesture
Damien ShawFollowing Day… The engine hums softly as I pull up in front of Sadio Vouche, the five-star restaurant with luxury and exclusivity. It recently just opened and right now, it’s a hot goss. I stare up at the towering glass facade, watching the lights twinkle like stars against the polished black stone exterior. This place is everything I need tonight—extravagant, grand, and utterly unforgettable. Perfect for what I’m planning.I’ve been thinking about this night, since Imogene and I shared that kiss. It was brief, and even though she told me to forget about it, even though she said it meant nothing, it gave me hope—hope that maybe, just maybe, she could finally come back to me. And tonight is the anniversary of the day we got married. A day that once meant everything to her. I glance at the clock on the dashboard. 5:30 PM. Plenty of time. I take a deep breath, my fingers tightening on the steering wheel for a moment. This has to be perfect. If I can recreate the magi
Huling Na-update : 2024-09-14He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Deserving Better
Imogene Scott “I guess you’re finally getting together with your hot landlord.” Elinor says as I walk into my bedroom after putting Lily to sleep.I shouldn’t have told her about the date with Keith tonight. She’s not ever gonna shut up about it. One part of me feels guilty, going on a date with another man on the same date of my wedding anniversary with Damien. But it doesn’t matter, we’re not married anymore.“It’s just two people having dinner.” I say under my breath as I settle in front of my dressing mirror. “I’m literally doing this to rid myself of that guilty conscience for bailing on the VR workshop.”“Right, right.” Elinor says. “Keep convincing yourself while I help you with your make up.”I’m in my white robe and flip flops and I haven’t decided on anything yet. Even the dress I’ll be wearing. Elinor helps me with my hair, she skewers it up like a bun and adds a little bit of gel to smoothen the edges before adding a few ornaments.After she goes extra with the hai
Huling Na-update : 2024-09-15He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back The Other Surprise
Imogene Scott The car comes to a smooth stop in front of the restaurant, and for a moment, I just sit there, staring at the entrance of Sadio Vouche. My heart feels like it’s caught between a slow, heavy thud and a rapid flutter, uncertain of how to steady itself. I take a deep breath, adjusting the hem of my dress and running my fingers along the delicate fabric. It’s the one Keith sent to me. I tossed Damien’s own aside. Plus, this dress is perfect. It clings to my figure elegantly with just the right amount of allure. The color being black makes me feel confident too—like I’m in control of myself tonight. I need that control. I need it more than ever.Keith is already out of the car, walking around to open the door for me. “You ready?” he asks, flashing me a warm, reassuring smile as he offers his hand.I take it, my fingers sliding into his, and step out of the car. The evening air is crisp but not cold, just enough to keep me alert. I’m ready for this. Tonight, I just nee
Huling Na-update : 2024-09-15He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Oh, Shit
Imogene Scott The room is bathed in soft, golden light, and the scent of roses fills the air. Thousands of roses, everywhere. Petals scattered across the floor, bouquets placed on every surface. But that’s not what takes my breath away. It’s the slideshow projected on the wall—the images of Damien and me, together. Happy. In love. The photos slide by, one after another, each one tugging at the fragile threads of my heart. Our wedding anniversary. Our first vacation. Moments I thought I’d buried deep inside myself.I blink back the tears that sting my eyes, refusing to let them fall. This is a trick. This is manipulation. Damien is trying to pull me back in with memories, with things that no longer matter because the reality is, he has a child with Fiona. That’s the truth I can’t escape, no matter how much I once loved him.“I don’t want any of this,” I manage to say, my voice hoarse as I tear my gaze away from the pictures.Damien’s brows furrow. “Why not, Imogene? We can still
Huling Na-update : 2024-09-15He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Why Does It Feel Like I’m Losing Something All Over Again?
Imogene Scott My breath catches in my throat as Keith reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small black box. No. This can’t be happening. My mind is spinning, trying to process everything all at once. Don’t do this. Please. By now, a lot of people have gathered with their phones up and looking at us with anticipating eyes. But this isn’t how it works. We can’t go for being barely friends to whatever we’re about to be. Shit.Keith drops down on one knee, opening the box to reveal a diamond ring that sparkles in the soft glow of the garden lights. “Imogene Scott,” he says, softly. “Will you marry me?”I’m frozen. The words don’t make sense in my head. This is too soon. Too fast. And yet, here he is, proposing with a ring in his hand, and Damien standing just feet away, watching this unfold. I glance over at Damien, and his face is a mixture of disbelief and something else—something that looks like hurt. Genuine hurt. His jaw tightens, and I can see the muscles in his face t
Huling Na-update : 2024-09-15He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Misunderstood
Imogene Scott The engagement ring on my finger feels strange, as I run my thumb over the stone. It’s beautiful, anyone would say so. But I can’t shake the unsettling thought that it’s all wrong. Keith is nearby, greeting people who approach to congratulate him. And here I am, hiding in the shadowed corner of the garden, wondering what I’ve done. Just a few minutes ago, I’d looked at Damien, seen the way his face twisted with hurt, and that rush of victory had felt intoxicating. But now, as I stand alone with this ring on my finger, I can’t find that satisfaction. I wanted to hurt him. And I did. But maybe I hurt myself in the process, too. I’m startled as Keith finds me, weaving through the guests until he’s standing at my side. He reaches for my hand. “Is everything okay?” His eyes are soft. I force myself to smile. “Yes. Just needed a minute to breathe.” He pulls me into a gentle embrace, resting his chin atop my head. “Take all the time you need. I know this was sudden.” Su
Huling Na-update : 2024-09-15He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Unbounded Anger
Damien Shaw I storm out of the restaurant, my mind spinning, heart racing. Imogene—my Imogene—just got engaged to Keith. Keith. Right in front of me. How is any of that even possible? My feet move faster, but I feel like I’m wading through thick mud. My brain is unable to fully process what just happened. Each breath I take feels like a punch to the gut, sharp and unforgiving. After everything, after all I’ve done to show Imogene that I’m different now, that I’m ready to be the man she and our Lily deserve, she stabs me in the back like this?And she had to use Fiona as an excuse. And Larry, a name I’ve never heard before. I’m sure it’s all a misunderstanding but Imogene never had the intention of listening to me or what I had to say. She just believed whatever she wanted. I’m sure Fiona has something to do with this, but I dint have the strength to confront tonight.I reach the car and yank open the door, slamming it shut behind me. My fingers clench the steering wheel as if h
Huling Na-update : 2024-09-15He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back Giving In (18+)
Damien ShawOf all people, it’s her. Imogene’s so-called best friend. The one I’ve been avoiding for months, and for good reason. I step out of the car, my feet hitting the pavement with more force than I intend. I’m still a little drunk, and it’s hard to keep my balance as I stagger toward her. “Elinor,” I call out, my voice rough and filled with irritation. “What the hell are you doing walking around like that? I almost ran you over.”She turns slowly, a smirk playing at her lips as she saunters toward me, completely unfazed. “Well, well, look who’s finally come around.”I narrow my eyes, trying to read her. There’s something about the way she looks at me, like she knows more than she’s letting on. And I’ve always known she’s not as good as she pretends to be. After all, she tried to get with me right after Imogene left town. Of course, I never told Imogene about it. I run a hand through my hair, frustration still burning under my skin. “What do you want, Elinor?”She steps cl
Huling Na-update : 2024-09-15
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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
