All Chapters of No More Mrs. Nice Girl: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

AUTHOR'S POVThe clock ticked relentlessly, each passing second amplifying Mila’s anxiety. It had been almost an hour since she’d left Sally a voicemail, but the silence on the other end was deafening. Mila sat on the couch, her fingers tapping restlessly on her phone as she refreshed her messages for the hundredth time. Still nothing.The unease in her chest refused to subside. Determined to find answers, she got up and walked to Sally’s room, her footsteps muffled against the quiet apartment. Maybe Sally had left a note, something to explain her absence.Mila pushed open the door, the soft creak of the hinges breaking the stillness. Sally’s room was neat, almost too neat, as though it had been untouched for days. Mila’s gaze swept over the dresser, the desk, and the bed, searching for any clue. She pulled open drawers, checked the bedside table, even glanced under the bed—but nothing. Not a note, not a hint of where Sally could be.She sighed, brushing a stray strand of hair from her

Author's POV Arine’s breath caught, his chest tightening painfully. He dragged a hand through his hair, his mind spinning.He knew how much Mila loved her unborn child, but he couldn’t bear the thought of losing her. “Are you certain?” Arine asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his usual composure cracking. The doctor nodded solemnly. “Yes. We need your decision immediately.” Arine’s throat felt dry as he leaned against the wall, his head tilted back as he tried to steady himself. Mila had fought so hard to protect this child, even when Alex had abandoned her. But if she didn’t survive… He closed his eyes tightly, the memories of Mila’s trembling form and the fear in her eyes replaying in his mind. She was everything to him—the woman who had unwittingly thawed the icy walls around his heart. He couldn’t let her slip away. Finally, he opened his eyes, his decision resolute. “Save Mila,” he said firmly, his voice steady despite the storm raging inside him. “Do whatever you have

Autthor's POVMila’s fragile body rested in Arine’s arms, her tears staining his shirt as she finally succumbed to sleep. Her breathing slowed, and the soft tremors in her frame began to subside. Arine didn’t move for a long moment, reluctant to let go. It felt as though the weight of her pain had become his own—a burden he would gladly carry if it meant sparing her even a sliver of sorrow.When he finally placed her gently onto the bed, tucking the blanket around her, he brushed a strand of hair from her face and murmured, “Rest, my love. I’ll make sure no one hurts you again.”before stepping out of the room to give the doctors space to check on her condition.Outside, Aunt Lana was waiting, her face etched with concern. As Arine closed the door softly behind him, she approached, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.“She finally fell asleep?” she asked softly.Arine nodded, his jaw clenched as he tried to keep his emotions in check. “She did. But it’s like every tear she cried tore

Author's POVMila sat motionless on the edge of the bed, her gaze locked on the far corner of the room as if it held all the answers she had been searching for. The soft morning light slipped through the curtains, casting long shadows around her—but her world remained dim.Her eyes, swollen from silent endless crying. No tears fell now—only the echo of what had already been lost. Her face bore no expression. No pain, no anger, no sorrow. Just… emptiness.Her fingers clutched the edge of the blanket.The door creaked open softly.Aunt Lana stepped in, carefully carrying a tray with warm breakfast. She placed it on the nightstand and slowly sat in front of Mila, her face etched with worry. Mila hadn’t eaten properly in three days. Her body was growing weaker, and so was her spirit—and that frightened Aunt Lana more than anything else."Mila, my dear…"her voice was soft, almost pleading, “It’s been three days. You’ve barely eaten a bite. Your body needs strength. Please, have something.”

Author's POV[Scene: Inside Mila’s bedroom. Soft rain taps the window. The air is heavy with grief, tension, and silence.]Sally sat at the edge of Mila’s bed, watching her friend’s pale face, the way her eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling like she was trying to forget everything — or remember everything.“Mila,” Sally began gently, “I know you’re angry. But can we talk about Arine?”Mila didn’t answer. She didn’t even blink.Sally took a deep breath. “What he did… wasn’t fair to you. But it wasn’t easy for him either. You were unconscious. Your body was shutting down. The doctor said he had to choose — either save you or the baby.”A sharp inhale. Mila turned her face toward Sally, her voice hoarse. “And he chose me. Without even asking.”“Because he didn’t have time to ask,” Sally said, her voice steady but kind.“put yourself in his place. For just a moment either you or the baby could be saved. Not both. He had minutes. Maybe seconds.Seconds between life and death. And he made the ca