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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
Not enough ratings
547 Chs

Oddly Sentimental

Keeley enjoyed her sandwich and soda despite the taciturn food bringer beside her. How had she ever liked someone who talked so little? The silences between them may have been comfortable once but not anymore. Now it was really, really awkward.

"So, what do I owe you for the food?" she asked before taking a long slurp of her soda. She had every intention of paying him back.

"Marshmallow brownies. Nobody ever bakes for me," Aaron said resolutely.

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Doesn't your food delivery service offer desserts?"

"Yes, but it isn't the same."

Not the same how? A professional caterer probably made better brownies than she did. Whatever. She didn't want to argue with him.

"Alright, I'll get those to you at some point. Why don't I bring them by your office—"

"NO!"