He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back novel Chapter 2

Imogene Scott

There comes a moment in your life when you feel nothing is okay and nothing will ever be okay. For me, that moment is now.

My world is tilting and I’m unable to do anything about it. I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t do anything but stare at my step sister, Fiona who I’ve always felt overshadowed by, my whole life.

She along with her mother, infiltrated my life when my mother died and completely replaced us in my father’s life. She’s doing it again. Stealing my family wasn’t enough, she’s trying to steal my husband too.

No, she’s already stolen him.

“Imogene…” Damien’s voice breaks the silence, but I can barely hear him.

My gaze is locked on my stepsister, and my lips part, but the words don’t come. They’re too tangled in the agony that claws at my chest, too drowned in the tears I refuse to let fall.

“Why?” It’s the only word I can manage, my voice breaking as I finally speak. I’m not even sure who I’m asking—Damien, Fiona, or myself?

Damien’s eyes is filled with anger but I turn and flee the room before he can lash out. He has no right to! I push into the hallway and run to the elevator.

Frantically clicking on the buttons on the elevator, the sob I’ve held inside comes pouring out, my body shaking. I lean against the cold, mirrored wall of the elevator, unable to keep myself from bending at the waist and letting the tears pour.

I fight back the sickness rising up my throat as I desperately fight to wipe the offensive image from my head. During these past five years, I thought I’ve endured all facets of pain from watching Damien with different women. As long as he didn’t love them, I could bear it. But I’ve been wrong. I’ve been so wrong.

Because nothing can compare with the pain of seeing the one you love, finally giving his heart to someone else. The heart you have spent so many years to win over.

This is what I get for loving a man who I knew was never going to love me. For putting up with his infidelity in hopes that he’ll finally come to his senses. For going against my father for this same man and getting ousted by him. For abandoning my dreams to help him pursue his.

For spending five years of my life pleasing and helping Damien accomplish his dreams while being his trophy wife. Everything I’ve done for the past years have been for Damien. I wanted him to genuinely love me. But this is how he’s going to repay me?

As soon as I get to the parking lot, I get into my black Ferrari and drive off. I just want to be alone in my room and cry or do whatever to get rid of this feeling.

When my car finally glides into the lawn of a penthouse in the heart of the great city of Los Angeles, I get out of my car and rush into our empty palatial living room.

My shoes clack on every stair, and when I finally get to my room, I slump onto the bed. A nauseating feeling craws up my spine and I have to grip my stomach to stop the feeling from ripping further through my guts.

Minutes pass, or maybe hours, I’m not sure how long I’ve been crying but it’s starting to get dark outside. I hear Damien’s car screech outside. He’s back. My fists clench beside me and I sit up on the bed.

One moment, he’s approaching the room. I can hear his footsteps and my heart thumps with every step. The next moment, he’s standing in front of me, his face red with anger and clutching a document tightly in his hand.

He throws it on the bed next to me.