My Girlfriend Mistress

Chapter 2: The Confrontation

Veronica sat on her plush sofa, her hands trembling as she clutched her phone tightly. The soft glow of the dimmed living room lamp cast a warm but unsettling light over the room, creating long shadows that danced across the walls.

Outside, the city buzzed quietly, indifferent to the storm raging inside her. Her mind replayed snippets of their last few weeks—small hints she’d ignored, late-night messages she’d brushed aside, the subtle shifts in Teresa’s behavior.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. Her heart pounded fiercely in her chest, each beat echoing her anxiety and heartbreak.

She knew this moment was coming—she’d suspected, feared, and finally accepted the worst.

Now, she was ready—or perhaps she wasn’t.

The faint click of the door handle broke her concentration. Her stomach clenched. She instinctively straightened her posture, wiped her palms on her jeans, and looked toward the door.

When Teresa stepped inside, her face was flushed, eyes darting nervously, almost as if she was entering a battlefield.

Veronica’s voice was steady but trembling with a deep hurt.

“Teresa, we need to talk.”

Teresa hesitated for a moment, then slowly closed the door behind her, her shoulders slumping as if she carried a heavy weight.

She moved cautiously toward Veronica, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of guilt and apprehension.

“What’s going on? Did I forget something?” Teresa asked softly, almost in a whisper.

Veronica gazed at her, her eyes searching for the right words. She knew her voice had to be firm but compassionate.

“I know about Lyka,” she said quietly but with resolve.

Teresa’s eyes widened. Her lips parted slightly, and she looked away, swallowing hard.

“Veronica… I—”

“No,” Veronica interrupted sharply, her voice gaining strength.

“Don’t deny it. I saw the messages. The calls. The way you look at her when you think I’m not paying attention.

How long has this been going on?”

A heavy silence settled between them. Teresa’s shoulders sagged, and her head bowed as tears welled up.

“A few months,” she admitted softly.

“It started innocent… I didn’t mean for it to become like this. I… I love you, Veronica. I swear I do.”

Veronica’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears. Her voice cracked, but she pressed on, her heart breaking with each word.

“Love? I

f you loved me, why did you betray me?

How could you do this behind my back?”

Teresa’s voice trembled as she spoke, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“I was scared. I didn’t want to lose you.

Lyka… she made me feel alive again.

I thought I could handle it, but I was wrong. I made a mistake, Veronica. Please, I’m sorry.”

Veronica clenched her fists, her mind swirling with a whirlwind of emotions—confusion, anger, heartbreaking betrayal.

She looked away, fighting back tears.

“How could you do this?

After everything?

Did I mean nothing to you?”

Teresa collapsed onto her knees, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Please… don’t do this. Please. I’ll stop seeing her.

I’ll fix everything. Just give me another chance.”

Veronica’s voice was barely above a whisper now.

“It’s not just about stopping. It’s about trust. And right now, I don’t think I can ever trust you again.”

The room was silent except for Teresa’s muffled crying. Veronica felt their weight pressing down on her—her love, her pain, her sense of betrayal.

She looked at Teresa’s trembling figure, torn between her feelings for her and the ache of betrayal.

“I need time,” Veronica finally said, her voice trembling but resolute.

“I think I need to be alone for a while.”

Teresa’s desperate voice broke through her tears.

“Please, Veronica. Don’t leave me like this. I love you. I swear I do.”

Veronica hesitated. Her heart clenched painfully. She looked at Teresa’s pleading face, her own eyes filling with tears.

She felt the sting of betrayal but also the remnants of love still flickering inside her.

“I… I don’t know if I can forgive this,” Veronica whispered.

“But I’ll give you some space. I need to think. To breathe.”

Teresa reached out, grabbing Veronica’s hands with trembling fingers.

“Please… don’t go. I’ll do anything. Just don’t leave me.”

Veronica slowly pulled her hands free, her voice thick with emotion.

“Maybe someday, we can talk again. But right now, I need to be alone.”

She turned toward the door, her heart pounding fiercely. Her mind was a battlefield—love versus pain, hope versus despair.

As she grasped the doorknob, she paused, looking back at Teresa’s tear-streaked face.

“Take care of yourself,” Veronica whispered, her voice choking.

Then, she gently closed the door behind her, leaving Teresa sobbing in the emptiness of the apartment.

Once outside, Veronica leaned against the door for a moment, closing her eyes. The cool night air brushed against her skin, grounding her in her decision.

She knew this was just the beginning of a painful journey, but she also knew she had to find her way back to herself.

She walked down the hallway, her footsteps echoing in the silence, each step heavy with emotion.

She didn’t look back. Her mind replayed the scene—Teresa’s pleading, her tears, the love they once shared, now fractured by betrayal.

Vero had already finished packing her belongings earlier that day. Her small bags and boxes were neatly stacked by the door, ready to go.

She knew she had to leave soon, and she was determined not to let anyone stop her. When Teresa finally arrived home, Vero was already waiting, silent but resolute.

Without wasting time, Vero grabbed her bags and headed straight for the door. She knew Teresa would try to stop her, but everything was in order—her belongings packed and her resolve firm.

As she stepped outside, she saw Krisha and Karina waiting just a few steps away.

Their eyes widened in surprise when they saw Vero walking toward her car, already carrying her bags. Before Vero could reach her vehicle, Krisha and Karina hurried over.

Let us help you with that,” Krisha said gently, motioning to the heavy bags.

Together, they lifted Vero’s luggage and carefully placed it into the trunk of Krisha’s car.

Vero looked back at her apartment once more, a mixture of sadness and hope flickering across her face.

“Thank you,” she said softly, gratitude evident in her voice.

Krisha gave her a reassuring smile. “We’re here for you. Let’s get you to your new place.”

With everything loaded, they all climbed into the car.

As they drove away from the apartment, Vero felt a sense of relief—she was finally moving forward, supported by friends who cared.

Veronica finally pulled up in front of her new apartment, a small but cozy space that she had carefully chosen after much thought.

The sun cast a warm glow over the building as she stepped out of her car, feeling a mix of relief and sadness. She took a deep breath, knowing this was her chance to start fresh, even if it meant leaving behind her love.

As she unlocked the door, her two close friends, Krisha and Karina, arrived with a couple of boxes and a supportive smile. They immediately jumped into action, unloading her belongings from the car and carrying them inside.

Veronica watched them with gratitude, grateful for their presence in this challenging moment.

Once inside, the apartment was bare but had a sense of potential. Veronica began to unpack slowly, her mind drifting back to the painful choices she had made.

She remembered her father’s disappointed expression when she told him she was moving out. Their relationship had been strained ever since the incident with Teresa—her father’s disapproval and her own conflicted feelings.

She thought about Teresa, who had always been her confidante, her anchor, but who also didn’t realize the depth of the sacrifices Veronica was making.

Veronica’s decision to prioritize Teresa over her family had been agonizing.

She wondered if Teresa truly understood what she had given up—the warmth of her family, their shared traditions, and the unspoken love that had been tested.

Krisha noticed Veronica’s distant gaze and gently touched her arm. “Are you okay?” she asked softly.

Veronica forced a smile. “Yeah, just… tired. It’s a lot to take in,” she replied, her voice trembling slightly.

Karina chimed in, “You’re doing the right thing, Veronica. Sometimes, you have to choose your happiness, even if it’s hard.”

Later that evening, Veronica sat alone at the small kitchen table, a cup of tea in her hands. The city lights twinkled outside the window, but her mind was clouded with worry and longing.

She missed her family, especially her mother’s comforting hugs, her father’s reassuring words, and the simple joy of shared meals.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed. It was a message from her father: "We miss you. Hope you’re okay. Call us when you’re ready." Veronica hesitated, her finger hovering over the screen. Part of her wanted to reach out, but another part feared opening old wounds.

As she looked around her new apartment, she felt a sense of both liberation and loneliness.

She knew this was only the beginning of her new life, but the shadows of her past still lingered. She resolved to find her own way, balancing the pain of goodbye with the hope of a brighter future.

Later that night, Veronica sat on the floor surrounded by boxes, carefully unwrapping a small, cherished keepsake— a worn-out journal that she and Teresa had shared during their time together.

She gently opened it, revealing pages filled with their dreams, notes, and memories of moments they had treasured.

Her eyes welled with tears as she traced the handwriting. A wave of nostalgia washed over her, reminding her of the love they had built and the sacrifices she had made to be with Teresa.

Krisha sat beside her, offering a comforting presence. “You miss her, don’t you?”

Veronica nodded silently.

“Moving out with her was supposed to be our new beginning. But I didn’t realize how much I’d miss the life we shared—our talks, our quiet mornings, the dreams we had. It feels so distant now.”

Krisha squeezed her hand gently. “You’re making a brave choice. It’s okay to feel torn. Just remember, you’re not alone.”

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It was a rainy afternoon, the kind that makes the city feel quieter and more introspective. Veronica was walking home, her umbrella barely holding back the downpour as she hurried through the streets, lost in her thoughts. She hadn’t expected to see Teresa here, of all places — but fate seemed to have different plans.

Teresa was standing under the awning of a small bookstore, clutching a bag and watching the rain. When she saw Veronica, her face flickered with surprise, then softened into a tentative smile.

Veronica hesitated, her heart pounding. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for this encounter, but a part of her knew it was inevitable.

Teresa took a cautious step forward. “Hey,” she said softly, her voice barely above the rain.

Veronica nodded, voice trembling slightly. “Hi.”

For a moment, silence stretched between them, filled only by the sound of rain hitting the pavement. Veronica instinctively looked away, unsure whether to speak or to turn and walk away.

Finally, Teresa broke the silence.

“I didn’t expect to see you here. I’ve been thinking about... everything.”

Veronica’s eyes flickered with a mix of hurt and curiosity.

“Yeah, me too.”

There was a pause, thick with unspoken emotions. Teresa hesitated, then reached into her bag and pulled out a small, wrapped package.

“I wanted to give this to you. It’s just a little something — no pressure, no expectations. I just... thought you might want it.”

Veronica looked at her, surprised. Carefully, she took the package, feeling the weight of it in her hand.

“Thank you,” she whispered, voice thick with emotion.

“That’s kind of you.”Teresa nodded, eyes searching Veronica’s face.

“I guess I just wanted to say I’m sorry—for everything. I’ve been trying to understand where I went wrong.

And I hope maybe we can find some kind of peace, even if it’s just as strangers.”

Veronica looked down at the package, then back up. Her voice was quiet but steady.

“Maybe. I don’t know. It’s going to take time.”

Teresa smiled softly, a hint of sadness in her eyes.

“Take all the time you need.”

They exchanged a lingering look, a mixture of longing and regret, before Teresa turned and hurried into the bookstore, leaving Veronica standing in the rain.

She clutched the package close, feeling a strange mix of pain and hope — the beginning of a new chapter, fragile but undeniable.

The dim glow of string lights flickered softly over the cozy bar where Veronica, Krisha, and Karina sat clustered around a small table. They sipped their drinks and laughed easily, their conversation flowing over their shared workday stories.

Krisha leaned in, eyes sparkling. “Honestly, I don’t know how you manage all those projects, Veronica. You’re a superhero.”

Karina chuckled. “Yeah, she’s got that magic touch. I swear, she makes everything look easy.”

Veronica rolled her eyes playfully but appreciated the compliment. “It’s all about time management. And maybe a little caffeine.”

They continued chatting, the warmth of friendship filling the space. But then Veronica’s gaze drifted across the bar, and her smile faltered.

There, standing near the corner, was Lyka — the woman who had been the reason for her breakup with Teresa. Lyka was laughing softly with a group of friends, unaware of Veronica’s gaze. Veronica’s stomach clenched as memories flooded back — the betrayal, the heartbreak, the lingering questions.

Krisha noticed Veronica’s sudden change in expression. “Hey, you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Veronica blinked, trying to steady herself. “Yeah, I—just… didn’t expect to see her here.”

Karina followed her gaze and nodded slowly. “Lyka, huh? That’s... complicated.”

Veronica took a deep breath, her fingers tightening around her glass. “Yeah. She’s the reason everything fell apart with Teresa. I thought I was over it, but seeing her now… it’s hard.”

Krisha reached out, giving her a supportive look. “Do you want to go talk to her?”

Veronica hesitated, then shook her head gently. “No. Not tonight. I just need a moment.”

She looked away, watching Lyka from a distance, feeling a surge of conflicting emotions — anger, sadness, maybe even a little hope that she could finally let go of the past.

Krisha and Karina exchanged a glance but didn’t press further. They knew sometimes the best thing to do was just be there, quietly supporting her as Veronica processed what she saw.

The night continued around her, but Veronica’s mind was caught in a whirl of memories and what-ifs, knowing that her path to healing still had many steps ahead.

Veronica hesitated, then shook her head gently. “No. Not tonight. I just need a moment.”

The night continued around her, but Veronica’s mind was caught in a whirl of memories and what-ifs, knowing that her path to healing still had many steps ahead.