Keeley had been on edge ever since she noticed Max—her future killer—was tailing her. She wasn't stupid; it was obvious that Lacy put him up to it.

　　What was she planning this time? The same unoriginal mean girl tricks as her first life? Or did she plan to jump the gun and try to kill her already?

　　Previously, the 'accident' attempts didn't begin until she and Aaron had been married for a while.

　　She was so naïve before, believing that all the mishaps she encountered at school were nothing more than coincidences. Lacy wasn't even all that great at covering her tracks. Her false friendliness was easily detectable.

　　The problem was that Keeley had her motivation wrong. She thought Lacy didn't approve of her because of her social status, not because she was obsessed with Aaron.

　　It was a reasonable a.s.sumption to make since she wasn't the only one at the lunch table like that.

　　The first day she joined Aaron in the cafeteria should have told her how the rest of their relations.h.i.+p would go. Not one person seemed to want her there.

　　He only let her tag along because she kept pestering him about it in their shared cla.s.s right before lunch.

　　Aaron silently strode through the lunch line as she chattered about how nervous she was that she wouldn't get into any of the schools she applied for.

　　Eventually he bopped her on the head with his lunch tray.

　　"Don't be stupid. You don't have bad grades; somewhere is bound to take you. Come on, my table is this way."

　　Feeling oddly encouraged despite the backhanded compliment, Keeley followed him to a table where four other elites sat talking to each other. They might all be wearing the same school uniform but it was clear that these students were on a whole other level.

　　Aaron sat down without offering a single word of explanation for her presence and began gracefully consuming his food so she felt the need to introduce herself.

　　"Hi everyone, I'm Keeley Hall, Aaron's desk mate in literature cla.s.s."