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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 · 奇幻言情
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547 Chs

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"Do you think the kitchen is big enough?" Violet asked as she squinted at the cupboard space.

Aaron sighed quietly. It was almost the exact size as the one they had at home and she wasn't even much of a cook. Why did she care how big the kitchen was? That seemed like something Nathan would be picky about but not her.

"Yes. Is that all?" he asked slightly impatiently.

"No, I want to check out the second floor again," she replied before speeding up the stairs.

He could faintly hear her debating something with the poor real estate agent who had to be as exhausted as he was by now. Ten minutes later, she came back down with a satisfied look on her face.

"Alright, I want this one. But I do want to repaint and get different carpet."

"Done," Aaron said eagerly. Anything to get them home and off their feet. House hunting took a lot more walking than he would have anticipated.