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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
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547 Chs

Why Did You Call Me?

Aaron once claimed that he noticed everything about Keeley and had the evidence to back it up with some really random observations. It must have been how he figured out what her dream was without her ever telling him. Still, she wanted confirmation.

"How did you know?"

"Cystic fibrosis is an oddly specific thing to study. I remembered learning about it in biology class, how it caused breathing problems. There's a picture of a little blonde boy that looks kind of like you in your dad's house wearing a nasal cannula. It wasn't rocket science."

So it  was his observational skills at work. She was almost impressed.

"Um…did he die from it? Is that why it matters to you so much?"

Keeley was so surprised by his straightforwardness that she answered without thinking. She had never talked about this to anyone before.