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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

Jealous

Aiden wasn't willing to let it go that easily. He had a knowing smile on his face. "Something good must have happened with Keeley, huh?"

"Yeah," Aaron said with a soft expression, watching her dance around crazily with her roommate.

"Good for you, man. She did catch the bouquet, after all," he said with a wink.

That wouldn't make a difference. Aaron knew she would never marry him again. He would have to content himself with the fact that she allowed him in her life at all.

He frowned. "I don't believe in silly traditions like that."

Aiden sighed and clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Do you believe in anything, dude?"

An excellent question. He wasn't sure he did. Once, he had believed in Keeley's love for him—it was his only guiding light. Now that he didn't even have that…

"No."

"I'm sorry I asked."