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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

What Didn't He Do

Ryan walked through the front door when Keeley was halfway through her third appletini. He sat down on the barstool next to her and ordered a beer before turning to her with a raised eyebrow. He had never seen Keeley drink outside of a party before and wondered why she was suddenly taking advantage of Happy Hour.

Something bad must have happened based on the look on her face. There were obvious tear tracks on her cheeks and worry lines creased her forehead.

It was a bit of an uncomfortable sight. The whole time he had known her, she was cheerful, funny, and full of smiles. Her unfailing optimism didn't even waver when she flat out failed the Organic Chemistry II final their junior year of college and had to retake the class.

"So," he said casually, trying to lighten the mood. "You like appletinis?"

He wouldn't have pegged her as the type. She seemed too down to earth to enjoy those fruity cocktails.