My Girlfriend Mistress

Chapter 14: Regrets

As Lyka strolled along the polished walkway of the building's garden during her break, she paused near a corner where the lush greenery provided a bit of privacy. Suddenly, she caught a faint voice coming from the side of the building. Curious, she moved closer, discreetly peeking around the corner.

To her surprise, she recognized Veronica’s voice. Veronica was talking intently on her phone, unaware that Lyka was nearby. Lyka's ears caught fragments of the conversation:

"I really miss Lyka... I can't believe I let her go."

"I'm truly sorry for everything I did to her. I regret it so much."

"I'll do anything to make her come back to me."

Lyka’s heart clenched at those words. A whirlwind of guilt and sadness washed over her. She felt a heavy weight in her chest—Veronica’s words revealed her genuine remorse, but also underscored how much she wanted Lyka back, regardless of the past.

Lyka knew she needed to maintain distance. Hearing Veronica’s heartfelt pleas made her realize that Veronica still harbored feelings and regrets, but Lyka also understood that healing required boundaries.

She quietly stepped back, her mind racing. Veronica didn’t know Lyka had overheard her – for now, Lyka decided to stay silent, giving herself time to process everything. Sometimes, she thought, distance is the only way for true healing to begin.

Inside the bustling production area, Lyka was animatedly chatting with Mark, both of them sharing a lighthearted moment. They laughed together as they discussed their tasks for the day, feeling comfortable in each other's company amidst the busy environment.

Suddenly, Veronica appeared nearby, catching sight of Mark. Her eyes narrowed as she approached quickly, her tone sharp and authoritative.

Veronica: "What are you doing here? This is not your bay, so you should go back to your own before I call out your TM."

Mark's face flushed with embarrassment. He quickly realized he was caught off guard. Scrambling to respond, he lowered his gaze and mumbled an apology.

Mark: "Sorry, TL Veronica. I will go back to my bay now."

Lyka watched the scene unfold, noticing Mark's discomfort. She sensed the tension and understood Veronica's authority, but also saw the hint of remorse in Mark's apology.

Veronica, meanwhile, seemed serious but not unkind—just doing her job to keep order in the production area.

Lyka quietly stepped back, giving Mark space to handle the situation, while her mind processed the encounter.

Sometimes, boundaries needed to be maintained, even among friends.

After Veronica sternly told Mark to go back to his bay, Lyka stepped closer, her voice firm but calm.

Lyka: "You shouldn't be so rude for approaching Mark like that."

Veronica raised an eyebrow, her tone sharp.

Veronica: "Then don't talk to him if you don't want me to be rude."

Lyka’s eyes widened slightly, her voice unwavering.

Lyka: "I'm not your property to say that to me."

There was a moment of stunned silence. Veronica's eyes widened in shock at Lyka’s boldness, clearly caught off guard by her words.

The surrounding noise of the production area seemed to fade into the background as the tension between them grew.

Lyka met Veronica’s gaze, her expression steady, determined to stand her ground despite the surprise.

Veronica’s eyes widened further as she absorbed Lyka’s words. For a moment, she seemed to feel a pang of guilt, a hint of remorse crossing her face. Her voice softened, almost hesitant.

Veronica: "I'm sorry... I forgot that you are no longer my girl."

Lyka took a deep breath, her expression calm but firm. She looked at Veronica with a mix of disappointment and resolve.

Lyka: "Next time, make sure you think about all the words you say."

Without another word, Lyka turned around and headed back to her desk, leaving Veronica standing there, stunned by the exchange.

The busy sounds of the production area resumed as Lyka walked away, her mind quietly processing the confrontation.

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As days passed, Lyka's bond with Mark grew stronger, and she found herself spending more time with him and her teammates. The atmosphere was usually lively and cheerful, but one day, everything changed.

Lyka was walking through the studio when she noticed all her teammates gathered in a huddle, their faces tense and worried. Among them, Jingboy was standing at the center, eyes glistening with tears.

Lyka pushed through the crowd and gently asked,

Lyka: "What's going on?"

Jingboy looked up at her, his voice trembling as he spoke.

Jingboy: "Mark... he was rushed to the hospital. There was an accident outside the building."

Lyka’s eyes widened in shock. Her heart pounded as she absorbed the news, her mind racing with concern and fear for Mark’s safety. The once lively gathering fell into a heavy silence, everyone feeling the worry that now gripped their team

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Lyka’s heart pounded as she sprinted through the busy streets, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios. Her teammate’s frantic call echoed in her ears—Mark had had an accident outside the building. Without hesitation, she pushed open the hospital doors, her lungs burning, and darted toward the emergency room.

Inside, chaos reigned. Nurses moved swiftly, and the faint scent of antiseptics filled the air. Her eyes darted around until she spotted Veronica—her clothes stained with blood, her face pale and trembling. Blood dripped from her forehead, pooling on her shirt, and her hands were trembling.

Lyka's stomach clenched. Her mind spiraled—Veronica's jealousy, her rivalry, her secret grudge. She clenched her fists, and before she even realized what she was doing, her hand shot out, slapping Veronica across the face.

The impact echoed loudly in the sterile room. Veronica’s eyes widened in shock, her hand reaching instinctively to her cheek as her mouth parted in surprise.

“Was it you?” Lyka’s voice trembled with fury and hurt. “Did you do this? Did you cause Mark’s accident because you’re jealous?”

Veronica stared at her, stunned, blood still oozing from her wound. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. The pain in her face wasn’t just physical; it was layered with shock and confusion.

Lyka didn’t care. She saw Veronica’s expression—her own pain reflected in her eyes—and yet, her mind refused to let go of her suspicion. She looked at Veronica, her own face streaked with tears and dirt, and thought—this is all because of you.

Without waiting for a response, Lyka turned away, her chest heaving, eyes filled with tears she refused to let fall. She had hurt someone she once trusted, and in her heart, she knew she’d crossed a line she might never come back from.

Lyka’s footsteps echoed loudly on the cold hospital floor as she turned away from Veronica, her heart pounding with a mix of anger, guilt, and confusion. She didn’t spare Veronica a second glance—her focus was solely on Mark.

She pushed through the bustling corridor, her eyes scanning the room until she found him. There, lying motionless on the hospital bed, was Mark. His face was peaceful, despite the visible cuts and bruises that marked his skin. His chest rose and fell gently as he slept, vulnerable and fragile.

Without hesitation, Lyka moved closer. She gently brushed a lock of hair away from his forehead, her fingers trembling slightly. Her eyes softened as she watched his peaceful expression, longing and regret swirling inside her.

She sat beside him quietly, her hands carefully adjusting the blanket over his body. Her heart ached at the sight of his injuries, but she didn’t care about Veronica’s bloodstained clothes or her own tears—nothing mattered except making sure Mark was okay.

Hours slipped by unnoticed. The sterile light of the hospital shifted from day to night. Then, suddenly, Mark’s eyes fluttered open. He looked around groggily, and his gaze settled on Lyka. A gentle smile spread across his face, warm and reassuring.

“Lyka,” he whispered, voice raspy but full of tenderness. “You’re here.”

Lyka’s breath caught in her throat. Tears welled in her eyes, and she managed a soft smile. “Yeah, I’m here,” she whispered back, reaching out to squeeze his hand gently. “You’re going to be okay.”

In that quiet moment, surrounded by the hum of hospital life, Lyka realized that all the anger and guilt she’d carried didn’t matter anymore. What mattered was him—his recovery, and the possibility of healing what had been broken.

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As Mark’s eyes adjusted to the dim light, he blinked slowly before turning his gaze to Lyka. A faint smile still lingered on his lips, but there was a flicker of concern in his eyes.

“Lyka,” he said softly, voice raspy but steady. “Did you see Veronica? I... I think she was the one who saw me fall outside. She rushed me here. She was... she was the one who got me to the hospital.”

Lyka’s heart jolted at his words. Her mind spun with shock, and her stomach clenched. She remembered Veronica’s bloodstained clothes, the blood dripping from her hand—she suddenly realized, Veronica must have been the one trying to help him.

Before Lyka could respond, Mark winced, grimacing as he looked down. “And... I think she cut herself trying to remove the glass from my hand,” he added, voice trembling slightly.

Lyka froze. Her breath caught in her chest. The words echoed in her mind—Veronica, the one she had just accused, the one she had slapped, was the one who had helped him. The image of Veronica’s bloodstained clothes and her own harsh words collided painfully inside her.

Without a word, Lyka rose abruptly from his bedside. Her heart pounding, she hurried out of the room, her mind racing. She needed to find Veronica—to see if she was okay, to apologize, to make sense of everything.