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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

This Isn't Your Fault

Aaron wasn't allowed to see his wife yet so they went to the area where newborns were lined up in little glass-sided beds so he could meet his son. He was still kind of a wreck so Aiden asked for him, briefly explaining the situation to the nurse. 

The woman looked incredibly sympathetic and let them in after making them sanitize their hands and put on thin cloth gowns over their clothes. 

"Your son is right here, Mr. Hale. Have you decided on a name yet?"

"Oliver," Aaron said quietly as he gathered his new son into his arms. He didn't speak again for a few minutes but when he did, his tone was sad. "Keeley should have gotten to hold him first but she isn't even awake." 

The nurse let them have some privacy and busied herself elsewhere in the newborn room, sensing the mood. 

"This isn't your fault, Aaron," Aiden said seriously. "Accidents happen."