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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 · แฟนตาซี
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A Lot To Think About

"That actually sounds pretty nice," Keeley said, trying to hide her bitterness. "How many children do you have?"

Chloe's smile was full of maternal affection. "Three. My daughters are twelve and ten and my son is six."

Three kids. She always imagined she would have a houseful. Growing up with only one sibling meant they were extra close; she had been devastated when Kaleb was gone. Sometimes she wondered if things would have been easier if there were other siblings left behind to spend time with.

It was a moot point now. Maybe once her career was more stable and she could afford her own place, she could adopt a sibling group.

If she ever could afford her own place. New York City was one of the most expensive cities in the world to live in. New Jersey or Pennsylvania was looking more attractive all the time.

"What about you?" she asked Carly.

"I have a sixteen-month-old son."