My Girlfriend Mistress

Chapter 11: Know The Truth

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow through the windows of Veronica’s apartment, she sat alone at her desk, surrounded by scattered notes and plans.

Tonight was supposed to be the night she executed her carefully crafted revenge against Lyka. Every detail had been thought out, every step meticulously planned.

But now, as she stared at the list of actions she had written, a strange feeling of hesitation crept in. The anger that once fueled her desire for retribution was beginning to waver. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the pen, hovering over the paper.

Veronica’s mind replayed the moments when Lyka had looked at her with genuine affection, the way her smile softened her defenses. Could she really go through with hurting someone she was starting to fall in love with? Her heart clenched at the thought, confusion swirling within her.

A conflicting wave of emotions washed over her—resentment, love, doubt. She wondered if revenge was truly worth destroying what little happiness she’d found. Perhaps, tonight was not the night for revenge after all.

She took a deep breath, her gaze lingering on the plans she had drafted. The temptation to act was strong, but her heart urged her to reconsider. Maybe, just maybe, forgiveness was a better choice than revenge.

Veronica pushed the papers aside, her decision made quietly in the dim light: tonight, she would choose a different path.

As Veronica sat lost in her conflicted thoughts, her phone buzzed softly on the table. She hesitated for a moment before glancing at the screen. The name that appeared was Teresa — her ex.

They hadn't spoken in months, and the last thing she expected was to hear from her now. She felt a mixture of surprise and suspicion as she unlocked the phone.

Text message from Teresa:

Hey Veronica, I know it's been a while, but I really need to talk to you about something important. Can we meet tonight?

Veronica’s brow furrowed. The message was straightforward, but the fact that Teresa reached out after so long made her pause. She glanced at the clock, feeling a strange pull—an instinct to hear her out.

She hesitated, torn between her lingering doubts and curiosity. Finally, she sighed and quickly responded.

Veronica:

Alright. Where should we meet?

After sending the message, she leaned back in her chair, her mind swirling with questions. Whatever Teresa wanted to discuss, it might be just the distraction she needed—or maybe, the reason she would reconsider her current plans.

Veronica pushed open the glass door of Starbucks, the familiar aroma of coffee and warm pastries greeting her as she stepped inside.

She scanned the cozy space and quickly spotted Teresa sitting at a corner table, already there, looking more composed than Veronica had imagined. Teresa looked up and offered a faint smile as Veronica approached.

Veronica took a deep breath and sat down across from her. Her voice was tentative. "What happened, Teresa? Why did you want to meet after all this time?"

Teresa looked down for a moment, then met Veronica’s eyes with a mix of sadness and resolve. "I’ve been thinking a lot," she began softly.

"I just want to say goodbye. I’m sorry for everything that happened between us."

Veronica blinked, surprised by the sudden seriousness. "Goodbye? What do you mean?"

Teresa took a deep breath and continued, "I’ve decided to move to another country for work. I won’t be around anymore. I just... I wanted to tell you in person. I’m sorry for everything, for how things ended, and I hope you find happiness."

The words hung in the air for a moment, heavy with emotion. Veronica felt a mix of sadness and understanding. She nodded slowly, processing the unexpected confession, realizing that this was perhaps a closure they both needed.

Teresa looked at Veronica with a gentle, caring expression. "Please take care of yourself," she said softly. "Don’t skip meals, and don’t go on any diets. Your body... it’s too thin now. Remember that I’ll always be here for you, no matter what."

Veronica’s eyes welled up with tears, touched by Teresa’s concern and kindness. She nodded quietly, feeling the warmth of her words despite the sadness that lingered.

Teresa hesitated for a moment, then spoke again, her voice trembling slightly. "I need to leave this place. I can’t stay here because I know if I keep seeing the places we shared, I won’t be able to forget you. Thank you for everything, Veronica."

She paused, her eyes searching Veronica’s face. "I hope that someday, you’ll forget me — and that you’ll find someone who can truly love you, the way you deserve."

Veronica felt her heart tighten. She reached out, her hand trembling slightly, and gave Teresa’s a gentle squeeze. "Goodbye, Teresa. Take care of yourself too."

As Teresa stood up to leave, Veronica watched her walk away, feeling a bittersweet mixture of gratitude, sadness, and hope for what the future might hold.

Veronica sat quietly inside the café, her mind drifting as she replayed the conversation with Teresa. She didn’t notice the figure standing just outside the glass door, watching her intently.

Lyka, hidden in the shadows, stared through the window with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

Her brow furrowed as she observed Veronica lost in thought, her expression tinged with sadness and longing.

Lyka couldn’t understand why Veronica seemed so emotional — why she looked like she was holding back tears. And most puzzling of all, why Veronica seemed to know Teresa so well.

Lyka quietly questioned herself, her voice barely a whisper in her mind. Why does Veronica know Teresa? Why is she crying like that? Did something happen between them? She hesitated, torn between approaching Veronica and respecting her privacy. But her curiosity grew stronger, and she found herself unable to look away.

Inside, Veronica wiped a tear from her cheek, unaware that she was being watched. Her heart was heavy, filled with a bittersweet mixture of relief and sorrow.

She didn’t realize that outside, Lyka was trying to piece together the silent story unfolding just beyond her sight.

Later that evening, Lyka was sitting alone in her apartment, her mind still haunted by what she had seen earlier.

She replayed the scene outside the café — Veronica sitting inside, her face filled with emotion, and her own unanswered questions swirling in her mind.

Lost in thought, she didn’t notice Jingboy entering the room. He looked at her with concern and sat down beside her. "Lyka, are you okay?" he asked softly.

She blinked, startled, then nodded slowly. "Yeah, I’m fine," she replied, though her voice sounded uncertain.

Jingboy tilted his head, studying her. "You’ve been quiet all evening. What’s on your mind?"

She hesitated for a moment before finally speaking. "I saw Veronica today… at the café. She was inside, talking to Teresa . It looked like they knew each other very well."

Jingboy raised an eyebrow. "And? What were they talking about?"

Lyka took a deep breath. "It seemed like there’s a past between them. Veronica looked really emotional — like she was saying goodbye, or maybe she was reminiscing about something.

And the way she was crying… I don’t know, it just feels like there’s more to their story."

She looked down, her eyes filled with curiosity and concern. "I wonder what’s really going on between Veronica and that Teresa."

Jingboy reached out, giving her a reassuring look. "Sometimes, things aren’t what they seem on the surface. But maybe you should ask Veronica directly if you’re really curious."

Lyka nodded slowly, still deep in thought. The mystery of Veronica’s tears and her connection to Teresa lingered in her mind, leaving her with more questions than answers.

In Veronica’s apartment, the atmosphere was tense but quiet. Krisha and Karina sat across from Veronica, who looked somber yet determined. The topic of Teresa’s plans had come up, and Veronica was sharing what she knew.

“She’s planning to move to another country,” Veronica explained softly, her eyes distant. “She thinks that by leaving, she can forget about everything… forget about me, forget about Lyka. It’s her way of trying to start fresh.”

Krisha nodded sympathetically.

“That’s probably for the best, then. Sometimes distance helps heal wounds.”

Karina, however, looked more curious—something about the situation didn’t sit right with her. She leaned forward slightly, studying Veronica. “And what about you?

What do you plan to do? Do you want to get back at Teresa for what she did?”

Veronica’s eyes flickered with a mixture of surprise and defensiveness.

“Get back at her? No, I don’t want that. I just want peace. Teresa’s actions… they hurt me, but I’m trying to move past it.”

The room fell into a tense silence after Veronica’s confession. Karina looked at her intently, her voice soft but probing.

“Veronica,” Karina asked carefully, “what’s your plan about taking revenge on Lyka? Are you going to go through with it? Or… will you still continue it?”

Veronica’s eyes flickered with uncertainty.

She hesitated, her mind racing. She had thought about revenge — about making Lyka pay for everything that had happened. But now, as she looked at Karina and then at the photo of Lyka she kept on her phone, a conflicting feeling took hold.

She took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly. “Honestly… I don’t know anymore. I’ve already fallen for Lyka. It’s complicated.

Krisha watched her with concern, while Karina’s eyes widened in surprise.

“So… you’re saying you’re torn?” Krisha asked gently.

Veronica nodded slowly. “Yes. I thought I had it all figured out — revenge, justice, whatever you want to call it. But now, my feelings are clouding my judgment.

I love her… and I don’t want to lose her over this.”

Karina reached out, placing a comforting hand on Veronica’s shoulder.

“That’s a tough spot to be in. But maybe… you don’t have to choose right now. Take your time. Your heart’s telling you something important.”

Veronica looked down, a mix of hope and turmoil swirling inside her. She knew her feelings for Lyka had changed everything — and now, she wasn’t sure what her next move should be.

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As Veronica, Krisha, and Karina continued their tense conversation, a faint sound caught their attention—a subtle shuffling, then the clink of glass. They paused, exchanging confused glances.

Suddenly, there was a soft, but unmistakable, knocking at the door.

Veronica’s heart skipped a beat. She instinctively stepped back, her eyes narrowing. Krisha and Karina looked equally surprised.

Before anyone could move, the door creaked open slowly. Standing in the doorway was Lyka, her face streaked with tears, eyes wide with shock and hurt.

She clutched a shared glass in her trembling hands, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I heard everything,” Lyka whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. Her eyes shimmered with tears as she looked at Veronica, Krisha, and Karina.

“All of it… about the revenge. About how you’re planning to hurt me, Veronica.”

The three women stared, stunned into silence. Veronica’s breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. For a moment, she couldn’t find the words.

Lyka’s voice broke as she took a step inside, clutching the glass tighter.

“I thought… I thought you cared about me. But I guess I was just a part of your plan all along.”

Veronica’s eyes filled with remorse and confusion. She took a hesitant step forward. “Lyka, I… I didn’t mean for you to hear that like this. I

—”

Lyka shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “No, Veronica. It’s okay. I heard enough. I guess I was just naïve to think we had something real. I can’t be part of this anymore.”

She looked at the three women, then slowly turned to leave, her shoulders trembling with emotion. Just as she reached the door, she paused and looked back once more.

“I loved you,” she said softly. “But I can’t be with someone who’s planning to hurt me. Please… don’t come after me. Just let me go.”

With that, Lyka stepped out into the night, leaving Veronica and the others in stunned silence, their hearts heavy with the weight of her words.

Lyka bolted out of Veronica’s apartment, her heels pounding against the pavement as tears blurred her vision. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and her heart ached painfully.

She was hurt, betrayed, and overwhelmed by what she had just overheard. Every step felt heavier with the weight of her shattered trust.

Suddenly, a firm hand grasped her arm from behind, stopping her in her tracks. Lyka spun around, tears streaming down her face, her body trembling as she looked up into Veronica’s eyes.

“Lyka,” Veronica’s voice was urgent, trembling with emotion. “Please, listen to me.

What you heard… it’s true. I did plan for revenge on you. I knew you were Teresa’s mistress, and I thought hurting you was the only way to get back at her.

But everything changed when I saw how you care for me, how much you love me. I fell for you, Lyka. I love you.”

Lyka’s eyes widened in shock. Her lips trembled, and for a moment, she couldn’t speak.

The pain in her heart was almost unbearable, the betrayal echoing loudly in her mind.

Without a second thought, her hand shot out, and she slapped Veronica with a force that echoed in the quiet night. Her voice cracked with anger and heartbreak.

“Do you think I can trust you again?” she spat, her cheeks flushed with fury and tears.

“After everything? You almost destroyed me, Veronica. How can I believe that your feelings are real now?

How do I know you’re not just saying what I want to hear?”

Veronica staggered back, hands raised instinctively. Her face was filled with remorse, her eyes pleading.

“Lyka, I swear—”

But Lyka shook her head fiercely, tears streaming down her face. “Save it. I need time to heal.

I don’t know if I can forgive you — or if I even should. Just… stay away from me.”

Without another word, Lyka turned and ran down the street, her figure disappearing into the darkness, leaving Veronica standing there, trembling, haunted by her own words and the pain she had caused.

Lyka’s footsteps faltered, and she paused abruptly, her shoulders trembling as she looked back at Veronica. Her voice wavered, but there was a finality to her words.

“I hope you feel happy now,” she said softly but with a bitter edge. “You wanted revenge, and you got it. I hope it was worth it, because you’ve really hurt me… and I don’t think I can forgive you for this.

Thank you for everything — for the love, the betrayal, the pain. But I have to go now.”

She took a shaky breath, her eyes filled with tears but also a resolve to move on. “Goodbye, Veronica.”

With that, Lyka turned away, her figure disappearing into the night, leaving Veronica standing alone, her heart heavy with regret and longing.

The silence that followed was thick with unspoken emotions, the weight of what had transpired settling over the quiet street.