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In the Line of fire
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The moment I set foot inside the mall, a sense of unease gripped me. My pulse quickened as I scanned the bustling crowd, an inexplicable feeling that something—or someone—I’d rather avoid was just around the corner. Brushing off the feeling, I reminded myself of my mission: buy some dresses. My wardrobe had suffered after the last purge when I realized Alex bought those dresses for her. The nerve of him—gifting me his mistress’s rejected outfits as if they were symbols of love. I’d burned every last one, and today, I intended to replace them.As I wandered through the Western wear section, my fingers grazed a sleek, emerald dress. A small smile formed on my lips, thinking how satisfying it would feel to treat myself after months of pouring myself into the Royals project. Just as I was about to pull the dress from the rack, a familiar voice cut through the air, freezing me in place.“Well, well, if it isn’t Mila,” the voice purred, dripping with false sweetness more likely in moking t
Last Updated : 2024-11-09No More Mrs. Nice Girl Slap being viral
I blinked, my cheek throbbing as my vision cleared. Standing in front of me, his face twisted with rage, was Alex. He looked like a stranger, nothing like the man I’d once thought I loved. Beside him stood Lily, eyes wide and hands covering her mouth in a theatrical display of innocence.“Alex?” I managed, voice low but steady despite the burning pain. I refused to show weakness—not in front of him, and certainly not in front of her.“Who do you think you are, Mila?” he spat, his eyes blazing with anger. “Harassing Lily like that—have you lost all decency?”Lily stepped closer to him, clutching his arm as if she were afraid, her voice soft and trembling. “Alex, please… don’t be too harsh on her,” she murmured, her eyes flicking over to me with a barely concealed smirk. “I’m sure she just… misunderstands the situation.”Misunderstands. That word echoed in my mind, thick with irony and the memories of a thousand twisted lies. I clenched my fists, feeling the fire building in my chest.“
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“The one from the mall, Mila! The one where Alex slapped you in front of everyone! It’s gone viral, like, everywhere! It’s all over social media. People are posting it left and right. I can’t believe it!” Sally’s voice was a mix of anger and disbelief. “What the hell happened? Why didn’t you tell me? Are you alright?”I froze, the breath catching in my throat. Viral? The thought of my humiliation being broadcasted to the world, out of my control, made my skin crawl. This can’t be real.I squeezed my phone tighter, trying to steady my breath. My mind was still racing, trying to piece everything together. Alex had always had a way of controlling the narrative, but this time… this time he had crossed a line.“I’m fine,” I lied, forcing calmness into my voice. “I’m just heading home now. I’ll explain everything later.”But I was too numb to take in her concern. All I could think of was how my world had just exploded in the worst way possible. The slap, the video, my privacy shattered… I c
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I hesitated, eyeing the screen as the unknown number flashed. The last thing I needed was someone else trying to drag me back into today’s mess. Still, something in me— desperation for any distraction—or maybe it was the faint hope that someone, anyone, might actually have something helpful to say urged me to answer.With a sigh, I pressed "Answer" and lifted the phone to my ear.“Hello?” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.A pause, then a deep voice, smooth yet unsettling, came through. “Mila. I’ve been waiting to talk to you.”My grip tightened on the phone, a chill running down my spine. There was something familiar about the voice, though I couldn’t place it. No name, no explanation—just a tone filled with a strange confidence, like he already knew everything.“Who is this?” I demanded, my words sharper now.“You’ll find out soon enough,” he replied, his tone calm and almost teasing. “Meet me tomorrow. I’ll send you the location.”Before I could respond, the line went dead, l
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I barely made it to the sink before I started vomiting, my body heaving, all that delicious food suddenly working against me. When I straightened, I felt dizzy, my head spinning as if I’d just stepped off a roller coaster. My hands were cold, and a strange exhaustion washed over me, settling deep in my bones. Sally was right outside the door, her concern quickly turning to worry. “Mila, are you okay? You look so pale. Do you need water or something?” I tried to reassure her, forcing a shaky smile. “I’m fine. Must’ve been a long day and maybe…maybe I ate too fast.” But as I walked back to the living room, a few things lingered— the sudden nausea, the dizziness, a lingering tiredness I couldn’t shake. I brushed it off, chalking it up to stress and fatigue. Yet something gnawed at the back of my mind, as if my body was trying to tell me something just beyond my understanding. But for now, I ignored it, focusing instead on cleaning up and carrying on, pretending that everything was perf
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The doctor looked at us, her expression soft but unyielding. “I understand your surprise, but these results are accurate. Sometimes, diagnoses change. Bodies change. And from what we’re seeing here, you’re in the very early stages.” Sally was the first to speak up, her voice a little shaky. "Can we… can we see the report?" The doctor handed us the report, and we both scanned it, even though it may as well have been written in a different language. It was undeniable; every line pointed to one thing: I was, somehow, actually pregnant. Still, I couldn’t believe it. It felt like the rug had been pulled out from under me. I shot Sally a look, and she nodded, as if reading my mind. “Thank you, Doctor, but I think we’ll get a second opinion.” The doctor nodded, still patient. “Of course, Mila. If you need any further assistance, don’t hesitate to reach out.” We barely made it out the door before Sally pulled me aside. “Mila, we need to check this again. Let’s go to another hospital. Mayb
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After a long moment of silence, I made up my mind. I couldn’t ignore this anymore—whoever had been reaching out to me clearly had something important to say. I looked at Sally, determination set in my eyes. “I think I need to go,” I said quietly. Sally’s face immediately filled with worry, but she didn’t argue. Instead, she nodded firmly. “Then I’m coming with you. You’re not going anywhere alone, Mila, especially not in… well, this situation.” A small smile tugged at my lips. “Thank you, Sally. I don’t think I’d want to face this on my own anyway.” I reached down, my hand unconsciously resting on my stomach. There was a strange warmth there, a feeling that almost felt protective, like my body was somehow reminding me that I wasn’t truly alone. My heart softened, and I knew then that I had to be careful—not just for myself, but for the tiny life inside me too. After gathering a few things, we headed out, the drive long and winding as we left the familiarity of the city behind. Sall
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I stood there, my mind spinning as he continued. "Mila, the reason I asked you to come here is because you deserve to know the truth about what happened to you—especially about that test, the one where they told you that you couldn’t conceive. It was all a lie, Mila. Those results were faked, part of a plan to make you believe something that was never true."I felt like I was in a fog. "What are you saying? That someone lied to me about my own test results?"“Yes,” he said gently. “Someone close to you made sure those results said you couldn’t have children. They knew that Alex desperately wanted a family, and they used that against him.”My heart sank, a sick feeling building inside me. “But who would go that far? Why?”He looked at me, his eyes filled with something like regret. “Lily,” he said finally. “She was behind it, but she didn’t work alone. She had help from someone inside Alex’s circle, someone with the power to access your medical records and change them.”The pieces bega
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