Mira's Regret: My Heartless Billionaire Ex

MIRA

I let out a deep breath as I checked on all the vitals again. Relief flooded me as I confirmed it.

“Well, Mrs Mathers, I'm completely sure that your son is in a stable condition. In just a few days, you can discharge him and he'll be safe and sound.” I said, smiling at the little boy before turning to face the woman. It was clear how heartbreakingly fatigued she was, yet I could see how happy she was as she smiled weakly at me.

“Thank you, Doctor,” she whispered, her voice trembling with gratitude.

“You never need to thank me. He needs to rest, and from the looks of it, so do you. Just focus on that for now, hm?” I said, parting her hand gently before turning to leave.

I stepped out of the hospital room, reaching my office in record time before slumping in my seat with a sigh.

There was always something else to do, with little time to rest. But it was better than nothing. Doing nothing led to thinking, and that always dragged me back to the past…

To him.

A knock rang, forcing me out of my thoughts. I looked up, ready to speak to the nurse who arrived, only to tense as the door opened.

It was not a nurse, but Michael Coleson, the son of the hospital's director.

I tensed as he came in without us much as a greeting. He flashed me what he thought was a charming smile.

“I heard about the amazing work you did there with that kid. You deserve this,” he said, pulling out something from behind. My gut clenched as I realised he was holding out a bouquet.

I felt a surge of tension as I took in the flowers.

“Thank you, Mr Coleson. That's very kind of you, but I was just doing my job.” I said in a neutral, polite tone.

“You don't need to give me flowers either-”

“You know you can call me Michael. And keep the flowers, there's nobody else I intended to give it to anyway,” he cut me off, dropping the bouquet on my desk with finality. I forced a smile in response, trying not to grimace at his victorious smile.

“What is it that you need?” I asked, making a silent note to share the flowers among the patients later, before turning back to him.

“I was thinking maybe we could grab dinner tonight. I promise I'll be on my best behavior,” he winked.

I forced a laugh, trying not to grimace at his smug expression.

"I appreciate the offer, Michael, but I don't think that's a good idea." I said, gesturing towards my files, “I'm busy with work right now.”

As expected, his smile faltered, but he quickly recovered.

"No problem, Mira. I'll catch you later." He turned and walked away,

The moment the door closed, I let out a breath of relief.

I didn't know what started it. No doubt it was because he believed we were on the same level, him being the son of the Director of the most prestigious Hospital enterprise, while I was the daughter of the Landon family, the elite old money company.

From the moment he'd set his eyes on me, he had persistently continued his advances towards me. Almost every day, he pestered me at work, bringing gifts and trinkets to charm me. I rejected every one of them politely, constantly trying to keep my distance, but it was like he couldn't take a hint.

I shook my head, pushing the encounter out of my mind. I had other, more important things to deal with.

Settling at my desk, I focused on looking over the medical reports.

…

After my shift ended, I wasted no time finding my way back home.

As I drove through the city streets, a familiar ache filled me.

Seven years. Seven whole years since I left everything I loved behind. Left him behind.

I'd come so far since then. After studying abroad. I'd worked hard to become a doctor, and now I was back, working at the most prestigious hospital in the city. It had only been a few months, but too many things had changed. There was so much to gain. So much I'd already lost.

I pulled into the driveway, and hollow exhaustion washed over me. There was the constant possibility of one or both of my parents confronting me about one matter or the other. I loved them, but it was tiring.

Such was the responsibility of the daughter of the Landon family.

This time, though, I was looking forward to a quiet night in.

But as I stepped inside, I was greeted by my mother's disapproving expression, and all of that flew out the window.

“Mira, I just got a call from the Director,” she said, her voice stern. “He said you rejected his son's offer for dinner, again.”

I sighed inwardly. This wasn't going to be a good conversation.

“I was busy,” I said, trying to keep my tone neutral.

“Busy enough to come home but not have dinner with him?” she challenged, making me sigh,

“He came out of nowhere in my workplace. What else was I supposed to say? I work as a doctor, not to deal with someone's advances,” I tried to explain, but my mother's expression only grew more disapproving.

"Mira, you need to be realistic. Michael Coleson is the son of the director of the most prestigious hospital in the city. You got to work there thanks to them, and this is how you repay their favor? What you're doing is making us look ungrateful.”

Anger surged through me. How could she say such callous things so easily?

“I got to where I was because I'm a good doctor, Mother. Because I worked hard for seven freaking years. I deserve to be at that hospital based on my skills, not because of who I'm dating. Most importantly, I have no feelings for him anyway, so why should I accept his advances? ” I bit out.

“You're being foolish, Mira. Michael can offer you a secure future. You'd be stupid to pass that up”.

“Just drop it, Mom.” I snapped at her, unable to take it anymore. “I have no feelings for Michael, and I'm not going to pretend to be interested in him just to make you happy."

Ignoring her calls, I stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me. Immediately I entered, all my anger seemed to drain away, leaving me feeling hollow inside.

It was a feeling I knew all too well. The same reason I piled work upon myself. The same reason I hadn't dated anyone else.

Because I still loved him.

Looking at my desk, I didn't need to check to see the picture of the man whose memory haunted me every day for the past seven years.

It was ironic. I didn’t have a lot of regrets in life. I had everything I could want. A prestigious position as a doctor in one of the top hospitals in the country, a closet full of the best clothes money could buy, and a family that loved me, but I didn't have him.

I hadn't felt anything for anyone since I'd left him behind seven years ago. It was as if my heart had been frozen in time, unable to move on.

But even now, after all these years, I couldn't help but miss him. I wondered what he was doing now, if he'd moved on with his life.

I pushed the thoughts aside, trying to focus on the present. But it was hard to shake off the feeling of emptiness that had been following me for years.

….

The next day, I attended to a patient when my phone rang midway. Casting an apologetic glance, I quickly excused myself, grabbing my phone as I stepped out of the room. As soon as I saw the number, a sigh left me.

“Hello, Mom?” I answered in a neutral tone, expecting it to be another complaint.

Yet everything turned to ice the moment I heard the shakiness in her voice.

“Mira, our company...our estate...it's all gone,” she said, her voice trembling.