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Second chance runaway

In Second Chance Runway, we follow the tumultuous life of Elena Vargas, a young woman whose beauty is overshadowed by her lack of self-care and the oppressive figures around her. At 21, she is forced into a loveless marriage by her mother, to a man who is nothing but cruel. Despite landing a lucrative job at the prestigious Grand State Buildings, Elena’s life is far from grand as her husband seizes her earnings, and her family treats her with disdain. Her world shatters further when her husband’s affair with her sister comes to light. Just when it seems like her story has reached its tragic end, fate intervenes. A fatal accident sends Elena back in time, waking up as her 18-year-old self. With memories of her past life intact, she seizes this miraculous opportunity to rewrite her destiny. Determined to pursue her long-forgotten dream of becoming a supermodel, Elena embarks on a journey of self-discovery and empowerment. But it’s not just about the glitz and glamour; it’s about settling scores. As she rises through the ranks of the fashion world, Elena plots a sophisticated revenge against those who wronged her, all while navigating the complexities of love, family, and fame. Will Elena’s second chance lead her to the life she’s always dreamed of, or will the shadows of her past prove too difficult to escape? Second Chance Runway is a story of resilience, ambition, and the transformative power of self-belief.

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You don't deserve any of this

The next morning, I woke up with a pounding headache, the remnants of last night's tears still lingering. I groggily sat up in bed, my body feeling heavy and my eyes swollen from crying. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, and my heart sank when I saw 30 missed calls from Carmen and at least 57 unread messages.

The sight of her name on my screen brought a fresh wave of pain, and I decided to ignore it all. I couldn't deal with her right now.

Dragging myself out of bed, I headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. The warm water did little to soothe my aching heart, but at least it washed away the remnants of my tears. After drying off, I dressed lazily in a pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. I wasn't planning on going anywhere today, but the thought of just lying in bed all day seemed unbearable.