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Run, Girl (If You Can)

Keeley, a simple plain Jane, hits the jackpot. [No, she did not win the lottery!] At least that's what she thinks when she marries the most eligible bachelor in New York City: Aaron, a wealthy cold-hearted heartthrob and Tycoon. She wants to show the world that she deserves her position and bends over backward to fit into his world. One beautiful day, Aaron hands her a document asking her to sign. A divorce paper... "She's pregnant, and I need to take responsibility." That is the last thing that keeps on playing in her mind before she takes her last breath. Keeley dies, a 'hit and run'. [End of story. Not!] For some unexplainable reason, she wakes up as her younger self. A young high school girl, around the time when she first meets her cheating husband. Remembering her life with Aaron before she died, she makes a promise to herself that she will do everything in her power to avoid him at all costs. Will she be able to keep her promise when Aaron has his own plans as well, specifically for her? Or will she repeat history and fall for him once more... Why not journey with me and find out the truth behind their story. *Cover art by polkadottedscrunchie*

Mcllorycat · Fantasy
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547 Chs

A Birthday Wish

All day long, Keeley was a gigantic bundle of nerves. She barely managed to say happy birthday to Aaron in front of the coffee machine in the morning because she was too afraid of blurting something and ruining the surprise.

He had continued offering her coffee all week even though she had been turning it down ever since she found out she was pregnant because caffeine wouldn't be good for the baby. By this point, he didn't seem surprised that she settled for a glass of milk with her bagel instead.

Since she looked so haggard from nerves, he tried insisting she have some to wake her up but she refused. 'You won't be offering me coffee tomorrow, that's for sure,' she thought.

Keeley was so anxious she couldn't stop fidgeting throughout her classes, scribbling down notes at top speed. Every second she wasn't taking notes, she was doodling in the margins just to have something to do.