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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 · ファンタジー
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Go Dance With Your Wife

Once the wedding ceremony itself ended, everyone sort of sat around talking and eating the same kind of cake Keeley had loved from Jennica's wedding rather than participating in any traditional reception activities. There weren't enough people. As a joke, she purposely handed her bouquet to Valentina as the only unmarried/unengaged female present.

Her eyes twinkled gleefully. "This means I'll get married soon, right? It worked for you!"

"That's true, I totally forgot you caught the bouquet at my wedding," Jennica said.

Lydia looked at her in disbelief. "She caught yours too? No wonder she got married so quickly! Double bouquet-catching power was at work!"

Keeley rolled her eyes but Aaron—not a superstitious person at all—wondered if maybe there was actually something to it. It was at least as plausible as rebirth. Back in April when Lydia got married, she still hated him. Yet here they were.