Back to 17: I Don't Want the Cheating Scum

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.

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At twenty-nine, my seven-year marriage to Jake Miller had finally become a sick joke.