Back to 17: I Don't Want the Cheating Scum
Language: en
My husband cheated on me. On the way to file for divorce, we got into a car accident. Before he died, he was still yelling at me, "You were the desperate one, practically climbing into my bed when you were seventeen!" When I opened my eyes again, I was seventeen, back in the basement apartment where we'd eloped. This time, I took one look at him and turned to run. But to my surprise, he'd been reborn too. And he grabbed me, refusing to let me go. 1 At twenty-nine, my seven-year marriage to Jake Miller had finally become a sick joke. On the way to the divorce lawyer, I was crying…