All Chapters of No More Mrs. Nice Girl: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗮'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩The soft hum of the air conditioner filled the room as I lay resting on the hospital bed. Sally sat nearby, busy typing away on her laptop, her focus unwavering. Arine had left a while ago, needing to attend a meeting. He had promised to be back in an hour or two despite my protests. “Don’t stress yourself out for me,” I’d said.He’d refused, his tone firm. “I’ll be back soon. Rest.” Then he was gone, leaving me with Sally, who, as usual, balanced everything effortlessly. It had been nearly half an hour when the calm was shattered by a commotion outside. A woman’s shrill voice pierced through the silence, shouting at someone—likely a staff member. The tone struck a strange chord within me, so familiar that it made my stomach churn. But I brushed the thought aside, chalking it up to exhaustion.Moments later, a deep, booming man's voice echoed through the hallway, scolding someone viciously.His words were cruel, demanding explanations for what he called their “inco

𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗮'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩 I glanced at Arine, who was still staring in the direction where Alex and Lily had disappeared his features set in a hardened expression. He seemed lost in his thoughts, his jaw tightening with every passing second, his posture stiff. It wasn’t like him to look so unsettled, and it made me uneasy.Clearing my throat, I tried to bring him back to the present hoping to snap him out of whatever storm was brewing in his mind.His head snapped toward me, his dark eyes meeting mine. But this time, they weren’t calm or reassuring—they were burning with frustration. It wasn’t anger meant to hurt, but the kind born out of worry and unspoken fears. His usual calm demeanor had shifted into something sharper, angrier.Before I could say anything, he gently took my hand despite the storm brewing in his expression. Without a word, he turned and began walking, leading me back to the hospital room where I was supposed to be resting.The moment we stepped inside, Arine shut the door

𝗔𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲 '𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩Stepping out of the room, my hand still tingled where it had touched Mila to lead her in. Shaking off the warmth, now hanging in my chest, I closed the door, took a couple of steps down the hallway, and then looked around to make sure no one was around.Satisfied that I was alone, I pulled out my phone and swiped to answer the call. Placing it against my ear, I straightened my posture, letting my usual calm, authoritative tone seep into my voice.“You better have a good reason for calling me at this hour,” I said, my tone sharp and commanding.On the other end, a man’s voice stammered slightly, clearly aware he had interrupted me at a delicate time. “I apologize for disturbing you, sir,the test results are out.I thought you’d want to know immediately.”I froze, my grip on the phone tightening involuntarily. My heart thudded against my ribs as I braced myself for what was coming. “Go on,” I said, my voice deceptively calm.“The test is positive,” he revealed. “Al

Mila's POVA voice called my name, soft at first, almost blending with my dreams. I tried to ignore it, turning over to sink back into the comforting void of sleep. But the voice came again, clearer this time, and unmistakably familiar. Slowly, I opened my eyes, blinking against the soft light.Arine stood before me, his gaze steady and focused .Behind him stood a man whose presence made me pause, unfamiliar at first glance. Yet, as I looked at him more closely , there was a strange pull in the back of my mind as if I had seen him before but I couldn’t place where or when.“Mila,” Arine said gently, breaking through my thoughts. “You should eat something. The nurse said it’s important for your recovery. Maybe take a short walk afterward to stretch your legs.”I blinked at him and nodded, still distracted, as the man stepped forward. He carried a small foldable table and carefully placed it over my lap. His movements were deliberate, almost too familiar, as if he’d done this for me bef

Mila's POVThe doctor stood by my bedside, clipboard in hand, her expression professional but tinged with concern. Her voice was calm, steady, but every word she spoke carried a weight I couldn’t ignore.“Mila, your condition is stable for now,” she said, pausing to make sure I was paying attention. “But we need to be cautious. Without proper care, complications could arise in the future.”I swallowed hard, my hand instinctively resting on my stomach.“What do you mean? What should I do?”“Focus on rest and proper nutrition,” she said gently. “Keep taking your supplements—iron, calcium, folic acid. Most importantly, avoid stress. Any signs of discomfort, no matter how small, call us right away.”I nodded, absorbing her words like a sponge. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”“You’ve done well so far,” she added,her gaze softened . “You’ve been through a lot, Mila, and you’re doing better than you think. But you don’t have to do this alone. Don’t hesitate to lean on the people around you for s