My Girlfriend Mistress

Chapter 1 (Caught in the Act)

The dim glow of neon lights flickered across the worn wooden counter of The Silver Lush, a cozy bar nestled in the heart of the city. The hum of muffled conversations and the clink of glasses created a calming backdrop for Veronica as she leaned against the bar, swirling her drink absentmindedly. Her dark eyes drifted over the room, catching glimpses of laughter, flirtation, and the occasional quiet moment shared between strangers.

Krisha slid onto the stool beside her, her face etched with concern, her eyes searching Veronica’s face.

She ordered her usual—an Old Fashioned—and turned to Veronica with a gentle, yet worried smile.

You okay, Ver?”

Krisha asked softly, placing her hand lightly on Veronica’s arm.

“You’ve been quiet all evening.”

Veronica sighed, running a hand through her short, tousled hair.

“Not really. Just… tired, I guess. Things have been complicated lately.”

Krisha’s brow furrowed.

“What happened? You seemed fine last week.”

Veronica hesitated, then took a deep breath.

“It’s Teresa . She’s… different lately. Distant. Cold, even.

I caught her with someone else today.”

Krisha’s eyes widened in shock.

“What? Teresa? No way. Are you serious?”

Veronica nodded slowly, her jaw clenched. “I saw her. With her coworker. They were in our apartment.

I saw everything.”

Krisha’s face softened with sympathy.

“Oh, Ver… That’s brutal. After all these years?”

Veronica looked down at her drink, swirling the amber liquid.

“Eight years. We’ve been through so much. We decided to change careers together, remember?”

Krisha nodded. “Yeah. You went for the call center job.

“Yeah,” Veronica said, a hint of bitterness in her voice.

“I thought it was stable, predictable. Teresa chose to stay in production—she’s been on the factory floor, working her ass off.

We always promised to support each other, but… I guess she’s been pulling away for a while now.”

Krisha reached out and squeezed Veronica’s hand gently.

“That must be so painful. Especially after eight years.”

Veronica looked up, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

“It is. I just… I don’t get it.

She’s been acting different—cold, distant.

I thought maybe I was imagining it, but now…”

Krisha tilted her head. “So what are you gonna do now?”

Veronica took a long breath, her eyes dark with resolve.

“I need to know the truth. I can’t keep pretending everything’s okay when I feel like I’m losing her.”

Krisha nodded supportively. “If you need anything, I’m here. Whatever you decide.”

The bartender, a middle-aged man with a kind smile, approached and set down another round of drinks.

As Veronica and Krisha continued talking, the bar’s atmosphere shifted subtly—more intimate, more reflective.

The flickering neon lights cast shadows on Veronica’s face, shadows that seemed to mirror her inner turmoil.

Veronica’s thoughts drifted back to the day they first met—at a bustling Jollibee, amid the chatter and the aroma of fried chicken. It was a rainy afternoon, and Veronica had been sitting alone, feeling a bit down after a rough day.

Teresa had approached her with a warm smile, offering a tray of spaghetti and fries as a friendly gesture. That simple act had broken the ice.

Initially, Veronica hadn’t been particularly drawn to Teresa—her coworker. Teresa was kind, yes, but Veronica had kept a distance, unsure of her own feelings.

Yet, over time, she found herself captivated by the way Teresa cared for her. The little things—her thoughtful messages, the way she always remembered Veronica’s favorite coffee, her gentle patience when Veronica was stressed—those small acts of kindness slowly chipped away at Veronica’s reservations.

Veronica had never consciously fallen in love with Teresa, but she couldn’t deny the warmth she felt when Teresa was around. It was in the way Teresa listened without judgment, in her unwavering support during Veronica’s tough days. That care—genuine, selfless—began to stir something deeper within her.

Now, as Veronica sat in the dimly lit bar tonight, she realized how much those memories contrasted with her current feelings.

The woman she once saw as just a coworker—the one who showed her kindness—had become a significant part of her life.

But tonight, that bond felt fragile, overshadowed by the betrayal she had just uncovered.

She wondered if she had been blinded by her own feelings—by the way Teresa’s care made her feel—while ignoring the warning signs.

The past and present blurred, leaving her to question what was real and what was just an illusion of love and trust.

The bar was lively but not loud; the music was low, a mix of indie and jazz. The scent of alcohol and cigarette smoke lingered in the air.

Occasionally, a couple danced near the small stage, their movements slow and intimate. A few patrons sat alone, lost in their thoughts.

Veronica glanced around, feeling the weight of her discovery settle deep within her. She wondered how Teresa could turn so cold—was it guilt? Was it someone else? Or was she simply tired of pretending?

Krisha broke the silence. “You know, Ver, you deserve better.

Someone who loves you for who you are, not someone who cheats and hides.”

Veronica looked at her friend, grateful for the support.

“I just don’t know what to do next. Do I confront her? Or just walk away?”

Krisha smiled softly. “You’ll figure it out. But tonight, just breathe.

Remember who you are.”

The night stretched on, and the two friends sat in silence, contemplating the uncertain road ahead.

"Veronica," Krisha began, her voice low, "I know you've been going through a lot.

I’ve seen how Teresa’s been acting, and I think it’s best if you consider ending things with her. Sometimes love isn’t enough, and staying might only hurt you more in the long run."

Veronica hesitated, her eyes searching Krisha’s face for reassurance, then looked down at her glass.

The weight of her feelings pressed down on her chest, and she nodded slowly, realizing that Krisha’s words held truth.

She took a deep breath, feeling both relief and sadness, as she prepared to face the difficult decision ahead—one that might finally bring her peace.

Later that evening, Veronica arrived back at her apartment, the weight of her thoughts weighing heavily on her mind. She sank onto her bed, pulling out her phone and opening f*******:.

The soft glow of the screen illuminated her face as she scrolled aimlessly, seeking distraction from her restless thoughts.

Her thumb paused over her feed, and she decided to look up Lyka’s profile, curiosity tugging at her. As she scrolled through the photos, one in particular caught her eye—a recent picture of Lyka, laughing happily with her coworker and her girlfriend, Teresa, taken during a casual lunch break. They were all seated at a table outdoors, sunlight filtering through trees, smiles bright and carefree.

Veronica’s eyes lingered on the image. Lyka’s radiant smile, the genuine happiness in her eyes, and the way she leaned into her friends made her heart twist. The photo captured a moment of pure joy, a snapshot of Lyka’s life beyond their relationship.

She found herself captivated, feeling a mixture of warmth and an undercurrent of longing. For a fleeting moment, she forgot her doubts and heartbreak, lost in the serenity of that shared happiness.

The image seemed to pull her in, making her wonder what secrets or stories lay behind that perfect smile and the seemingly effortless camaraderie with Teresa and her coworker.

She stared at the screen, her mind swirling with questions and emotions, contemplating the life Lyka was living outside of her reach.

Veronica stared at the photo of Lyka, her girlfriend's mistress, feeling a sudden rush of heat spread through her body.

The image of Lyka's sultry smile and seductive pose ignited a fire within her that she couldn't ignore. Her heart raced as she set the photo down, her mind swirling with a mix of jealousy and desire.

To calm her racing thoughts, Veronica turned to her usual stress reliever—porn.

She grabbed her laptop and settled into her favorite chair, scrolling through her saved videos.

As the explicit scenes unfolded on the screen, she felt a familiar tension building in her body. Her breathing grew heavier, and her skin flushed with anticipation.

The visuals and sounds heightened her arousal, pushing her closer to the edge.

Unable to resist the urge any longer, Veronica decided to masturbate. She slipped her hand beneath her pants, her fingers tracing the wet folds of her s*x.

Her moans filled the room as she pleasured herself, lost in the sensation. The intensity built, and she could feel her orgasm approaching.

Her body trembled as she reached her climax, waves of pleasure crashing over her.

Yet, despite the satisfaction of her first release, Veronica found herself still wanting more.

The heat in her body persisted, and she couldn't shake the lingering desire. She knew she needed something more to quench the fire within her.

Veronica's gaze fell on the nightstand, where her trusted dildo lay. She had used it many times before, but today felt different. She grabbed the toy, her fingers wrapping around its smooth surface.

She lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide as she positioned the dildo at her entrance. With a slow, deliberate thrust, she pushed it inside, feeling the toy fill her completely.

The sensation was intense, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. She began to move the dildo in and out, matching the rhythm of her hips.

Her moans grew louder, echoing off the walls as she lost herself in the pleasure. The dildo hit all the right spots, pushing her closer and closer to another climax.

"Oh god," she gasped, her voice breathless and desperate.

"Yes, right there!" Her body arched off the bed as she cried out, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

The room filled with her moans, a symphony of ecstasy that seemed to go on forever.

As she neared the edge, Veronica imagined Lyka there with her, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace.

The fantasy fueled her desire, and she could feel her second orgasm building. Her body tensed, and with a final, deep thrust, she came undone, crying out as waves of ecstasy washed over her.

"f**k!" she shouted, her voice raw and uninhibited.

"Oh my god, yes!" Her body convulsed with pleasure, her moans filling the air as she rode out the waves of her climax.

But even as the aftershocks subsided, Veronica knew she wasn't done. The heat in her body remained, a constant reminder of her unfulfilled craving.

She reached for the dildo again, her fingers tracing its length as she considered her next move. Perhaps she would explore new positions, or maybe she would let her imagination run wild with more fantasies of Lyka.

Veronica's night was far from over, and she was determined to satisfy every last ounce of her desire, no matter how long it took.

Veronica slowly stirred as the soft glow of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains. The warmth of the night still lingered in her muscles, and a gentle smile played on her lips as she remembered the intimate moments from the night before.

She felt relaxed and content, her mind clear of worries for the first time in a while.

Yawning softly, she stretched her arms and sat up in bed, feeling a lightness she hadn't experienced in days.

Her thoughts about her relationship and recent stresses drifted away, replaced by a sense of calm. She decided to start her day with a positive outlook, knowing she needed to head to work soon.

After a quick shower, Veronica dressed in comfortable clothes and grabbed a light breakfast. She felt slightly sleepy but energized enough to face the day.

As she stepped outside, the fresh air and morning breeze helped her feel more alert.

At her job as a content moderator, Veronica approached her tasks with renewed focus. The previous night’s relaxation helped her handle the stream of images and videos with patience and care.

She took breaks when needed, reminding herself that balance was key. Her mind was clearer now, and she was ready to tackle her responsibilities with a fresh perspective.

By the end of the day, Veronica felt a sense of accomplishment. The morning’s peaceful start had set the tone for a productive day. She knew that, despite the challenges, she could find moments of serenity and joy—both in her work and in her personal life.

Veronica sat at her desk, eyes scanning the screen as she reviewed the last batch of content for the day. The soft hum of computers and the occasional click of keys filled the room. She felt a bit tired but was determined to finish her tasks.

Suddenly, the door to the break area opened, and Karina and Krisha walked over with warm smiles.

Karina:

"Hey Veronica! Almost done for the day, huh?" she said, leaning casually against the desk.

Krisha :

"Yeah, we’ve been watching you work non-stop. You okay? You seem a little quiet today."

Veronica looked up and offered a small smile.

"Oh, hey guys. Yeah, I’m fine, just a bit tired. It’s been a long day, but I’m managing."

Karina:

"That’s good to hear. You know, sometimes a little break helps.

Want to grab a coffee with us before you head out? We’re heading to that new café nearby."

Krisha :

"Yeah, they have really good pastries and smoothies.

It’s a nice way to unwind after a shift like today."

Veronica hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "That sounds nice, actually.

I could use a quick breather. Plus, I’ve been craving something cold after all this screen time."

Karina:

"Perfect! Let’s go then. We can catch up a bit.

How’s everything else going?

We haven't had a proper chat in a while."

Krisha :

"Yeah, we missed you at last weekend’s movie night.

You okay with all the stuff happening lately? Work, personal life… you know we’re here if you wanna talk."

Veronica smiled softly, feeling grateful for her friends’ concern. "Thanks, you guys. It’s been a bit hectic, but I’m hanging in there.

Just trying to take things one day at a time."

Karina:

"That’s the spirit. Sometimes, a little distraction helps. And hey, you deserve some time to relax."

Krisha :

"Absolutely. Let’s go get that coffee. You’ve earned it!"

The three friends headed out together, leaving the work behind for a little while, sharing laughter and stories as they made their way to the café. Veronica felt lighter, knowing she had friends who cared.

The cozy café where Karina, Krisha, and Veronica are seated at a corner table. The afternoon sunlight filters through the windows, casting a warm glow. Veronica looks contemplative, swirling her coffee slowly.

Karina: (Concerned) Veronica, you’ve been quiet today. Everything okay?

Krisha: Yeah, you seem a little distant. Want to talk about it?

Veronica: (Sighs softly, then looks up at her friends) Honestly, I’ve been thinking a lot about tonight. I’ve made a decision. I think I’m going to break up with Teresa.

Karina: (Shocked) Oh wow, Veronica. That’s a big step. Are you sure? What made you decide that?

Veronica: It’s just... I’ve been feeling like we’re drifting apart for a while now. Things have changed between us, and I don’t see us fixing it anymore. It’s been eating me up inside.

Krisha: I’m really sorry you’re going through this. Breakups are never easy. Do you think it’s the right choice, though?

Veronica: I believe so. I don’t want to keep pretending everything’s fine when it’s not. I care about her, but I need to be honest with myself. I think it’s time to end it.

Karina: If you’ve made up your mind, we totally support you. But are you worried about how she’ll take it?

Veronica: Yeah, a little. But I think it’s better to be honest now rather than dragging it out. I just hope she understands.Besides she’s the one who cheated first. It’s going to be difficult.

Krisha: You’re brave for deciding that. Have you thought about how you’ll tell her?

Veronica: Not yet. I’ll do it tonight, after work. I just hope she understands. It’s going to be hard, but I know it’s the right thing.

Karina: We’re here for you, no matter what. And if you need anything, just say the word.

Veronica: (Smiles faintly) Thanks, guys. I really appreciate your support.

[Veronica’s quiet apartment, evening.]

I sit alone at my desk, the dim glow of a lamp casting long shadows. I stare at a photo of Teresa and me, the memories flooding back. My heart aches with love, but also with anger.

This isn’t going to be easy. I tell myself, my fingers trembling slightly as I clutch the edge of the desk. I love her — more than anything. But her betrayal… I pause, clenching my jaw. It cut deep. I’ve waited long enough for her to see what she’s lost. Now, I need to make her feel it.

I stand up slowly, pacing the small room, my mind racing. Every step echoes with doubt and resolve.

Walking away quietly? No, that’s too simple. That’s what she expects. I think. She thinks she can just apologize and everything will go back to how it was. But I know better. I need her to understand what she’s done, to suffer a little — just enough for her to realize she’s lost me for good.

I walk over to the window, looking out at the city lights flickering below. The world seems indifferent to my pain, but I feel it burning inside me.

This pain… it’s my power. My weapon. I tell myself, my voice almost a whisper. I will make her regret the day she betrayed me. I will make her see that love isn’t enough — not when trust is broken.

I sit back down, my hands trembling as I take a deep breath. Tears threaten to spill, but I hold them back.

Love makes this so hard. I admit silently. But revenge? That’s what keeps me going. It’s the only way I can heal some of these wounds.



*I close my eyes for a moment, imagining the moment I’ll finally tell her everything. The pain I’ll make her feel. The satisfaction of knowing she’s lost me not because I walk away, but because I make her understand why I had to.

This is my decision. I love her, but I won’t go down without a fight. Not this time.