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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

I'm So Glad You're Still Here

The muffins were just coming out of the oven when Aaron came down the stairs, rubbing his eyes. "What on earth are you doing baking at six in the morning?" he asked with a yawn.

"Couldn't sleep," Keeley said casually. "Why are you up?"

"Considering how early I fell asleep, I've already gotten about ten hours of rest. I feel much better now. Can I have one of those?"

"I made them for my dad but yeah. Wait a few minutes though, they're still hot."

He walked behind her and started the coffeemaker before sitting down and waiting for it. "I thought you were seeing him tomorrow."

She spread butter over the tops of the muffins while they were still hot so it would melt in. Nothing was better than a warm buttery muffin. Unfortunately, her dad would have to accept cold buttery muffins because they would have cooled considerably by the time she got to Brooklyn. Oh well.