My Girlfriend Mistress

Chapter 12 :Breaking Point

Lyka sat alone in her dimly lit apartment, her shoulders trembling as tears streamed down her face.

The pain of Veronica’s betrayal weighed heavily on her heart, leaving her feeling shattered and hopeless. Her mind was made up—tomorrow, she would resign from her job, severing the ties that once brought her comfort.

Suddenly, Jingboy entered quietly, sensing her distress. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her in a gentle hug, offering what little solace he could.

Lyka’s sobs grew louder as she leaned into his embrace, her voice trembling as she asked, “What am I going to do now?”

Jingboy held her closer, his voice soft but firm, “You’re stronger than you think, Lyka. Whatever happens, I’m here for you. We’ll get through this—together.”

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After a while, Lyka’s sobs gradually subsided, and her breathing steadied. She took a deep, shaky breath and gently pulled away from Jingboy’s embrace, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. Her eyes were tired but resolute.

“I need to tell you what really happened,” she whispered, her voice trembling but determined. “Veronica isn’t just upset about me.

She’s revengeful... because of Teresa. Veronica used to be Teresa’s ex.

She’s angry and she’s been planning this for a while.”

Jingboy’s eyes widened in shock. “So, it’s not just about you… Veronica’s anger is deeper than I thought. That’s why she’s been acting out of revenge?”

Lyka nodded slowly. “Yes. I didn’t know the full story before, but now it all makes sense.

She’s been targeting me because of her past with Teresa.”

Jingboy looked concerned, his brow furrowing. “Are you sure about resigning? Do you think that’s the best decision?”

Lyka hesitated for a moment, then looked him in the eyes with resolve. “Yes. I’ve made up my mind. I’ll resign tomorrow morning. I can’t keep working in a place where I might be targeted again. I need to start fresh, away from all of this.”

Jingboy reached out and took her hand gently. “If that’s what you feel you need, I support you. Just remember, you’re not alone in this. I’ll be here for you, no matter what.”

Lyka gave a faint, grateful smile. “Thank you, Jingboy. I just want to move forward and leave all this behind.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the revelations settling between them, but also a sense of hope for what’s to come.

The next morning, Lyka took a deep breath as she stepped into Veronica’s office. Determined, she approached the desk, her posture straight despite the nerves fluttering inside her. She sat confidently in the chair across from Veronica, who was already waiting with a sly smile on her face.

Lyka reached into her bag and pulled out her resignation letter. She placed it neatly on the desk and spoke calmly but firmly, “Good morning, Veronica. I

’ve decided to resign effective immediately. I only need your approval and the Certificate of Employment so I can proceed with my application to another company.”

Veronica’s eyes flickered with a strange glint as she picked up the resignation letter, pretending to consider it. Then, unexpectedly, she broke into a smile—bright and unconvincing.

“You think you can just leave easily?” Veronica said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. She leaned forward, her eyes locking onto Lyka’s with a dangerous glint.

“I will not let you go that easily. You’re mine—only mine.”

Lyka’s eyes widened in shock. For a moment, she hesitated, unsure if she heard right. Her heart pounded as Veronica’s words sank in, the sinister undertone unmistakable.

Veronica continued with a smirk, “You’re not going anywhere, Lyka. Not until I say so. Remember—you’re under my control. And I don’t plan to let you leave this place so simply.”

The room grew tense, the air thick with threat and unspoken danger. Lyka clenched her fists, trying to steady herself, knowing she had a fight ahead but also realizing the depth of Veronica’s obsession.

Just as Veronica’s sinister words hung in the air, suddenly, without warning, Veronica leaned in quickly and pressed her lips against Lyka’s in a hungry, aggressive kiss. Her hands gripped Lyka’s shoulders, trying to hold her in place.

Lyka’s eyes widened in shock and disgust. Instinctively, she pushed Veronica away with all her strength. With a quick, decisive movement, Lyka bit down hard on Veronica’s lips, causing her to yelp in pain and surprise.

“Don’t you dare,” Lyka hissed through clenched teeth, her face filled with anger and fear. “Get off me!”

In a swift, furious motion, Lyka slapped Veronica hard across the face, the sound echoing in the office. Veronica staggered back, clutching her cheek, eyes blazing with fury.

“Stay away from me,” Lyka spat, her voice trembling but fierce.

“You crossed the line. I won’t let you manipulate or threaten me anymore.”

Veronica’s eyes narrowed, her pride wounded, but she managed to compose herself, glaring at Lyka with dangerous intent.

The tension between them was palpable, a storm of conflicting emotions swirling in the room.

Lyka’s voice trembled with anger and hurt as she looked at Veronica, her eyes flashing with disbelief.

“After what you did to me—your guts to come near me again?” she spat, her voice edged with contempt.

“You have no shame.”

Veronica’s expression suddenly softened at Lyka’s words. Her eyes widened as if realizing the gravity of her actions.

Without thinking, she reached out and wrapped her arms around Lyka in a tentative, remorseful hug.

“I'm sorry,” Veronica whispered softly, her voice almost pleading. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was wrong.”

Lyka’s body stiffened in Veronica’s embrace, her heart pounding wildly. She pushed Veronica away with a forceful shove, her face a mask of determination and pain. “No,” she said firmly, her voice cold.

“I don’t want your sorry. I’m done.”

Without another word, Lyka turned and walked out swiftly, leaving Veronica standing there, her face a mixture of regret and frustration. The door closed behind her with a decisive click, leaving Veronica alone in the silence of her office.

Veronica stood alone in the quiet office, her shoulders slumped and her eyes filled with tears.

The weight of her actions hit her hard, and she couldn’t help but question herself. What did I do? she thought, her mind swirling with regret and self-doubt.

She had crossed a line, and now she was left with nothing but the pain of her mistakes.

She slowly sank to her chair, tears streaming down her face. Her voice cracked as she whispered to herself, “I never meant to hurt her… I was wrong. I need to fix this.”

Determined despite her heartbreak, Veronica clenched her fists and looked up, wiping her tears away.

“I promise,” she vowed quietly, “I will make it up to Lyka. I’ll do whatever it takes to earn her forgiveness and show her I truly care.”

With renewed resolve, Veronica sat in the empty office, her heart aching but her mind focused on redeeming herself and rebuilding what was broken.

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Lyka sat alone in the cafeteria, trying to calm her racing mind and soothe the ache in her chest. She took a deep breath, determined to think clearly about her next steps.

She knew she needed to set boundaries with Veronica—she couldn’t let herself be vulnerable again, not after everything.

As she stared into her coffee, lost in her thoughts, Mark approached her cautiously. His eyes showed concern as he noticed her distant expression. “Hey,” he said softly, taking a seat across from her.

“Are you okay?”

Lyka hesitated for a moment, then looked up, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “I see you leave the office… with tears in your eyes,” she said quietly.

Mark nodded, his face filled with worry. “Yeah, I saw you. I just want you to know… I’ll always be here for you, no matter what. Whatever you need, I’ll stand by you.”

Lyka looked at him, surprised by his sincerity. She felt a small wave of comfort amidst the turmoil—someone who cared, who was willing to support her through everything.

She nodded slowly, appreciating his concern, even as she prepared herself for the difficult steps ahead.

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That night, Lyka was sitting alone in her apartment, her mind swirling with everything that had happened. The soft glow of her lamp illuminated the room as she scrolled through her phone, feeling overwhelmed and a little lonely. Suddenly, her phone buzzed. She saw Mark's name on the screen and hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Hello, Mark," she said softly.

"Hey, Lyka," Mark's voice was warm and gentle. "I just wanted to check on you. I know things have been tough lately, but I want you to know I'm here for you. I really want to see you happy."

Lyka listened, feeling a small flutter in her chest. It was comforting to hear his caring voice, especially when she needed someone to lean on.

Mark hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Lyka, I’ve been thinking... I really like you. I want to court you. I hope I can make you happy."

Lyka's heart skipped a beat, but she felt a tangle of emotions. She valued Mark’s kindness, but her feelings for Veronica were still so intense. She couldn't find the right words to respond directly. Instead, she paused, her mind racing to find a safe way to keep him close without revealing too much.

"Mark, I really appreciate your honesty," she said softly. "You're a good person, and I’m grateful for your feelings. But… I need some time to think about everything. I hope you understand."

There was a moment of silence on the line. Mark's voice was gentle. "Of course, Lyka. Take all the time you need. Just know that I care about you, and I’ll be here whenever you're ready."

Lyka nodded, even though he couldn't see her. "Thank you, Mark. That means a lot."

They said their goodbyes, and Lyka gently placed her phone down, feeling a mixture of gratitude and confusion.

She knew she couldn't deny her feelings for Veronica, but Mark’s kindness had touched her deeply. As she looked out the window, she wondered what the future held—and how she could navigate her heart.