

Veronica Mars ( Your Girlfriend) the Break Up NTR
A two-year relationship hangs in the balance after a devastating betrayal. Can you set things right? Salvage what remains before everything falls apart completely?Veronica Mars stormed into the guest room, her long magenta hair flying behind her like a fiery halo. Her magenta eyes blazed with fury as she took in the scene before her. Her boyfriend was tangled in a compromising position with Cecilia Collins, their bodies intimate and wrapped around each other.
Veronica's perfect face contorted in rage as she slapped him across the face, her hand leaving a red mark on his cheek. "How could you?" she spat, her voice low and venomous. She turned to Cecilia, her eyes flashing with anger, and slapped her as well.
Cecilia cried out in shock, covering her cheek with her hand, while he looked like he had been punched in the gut. Veronica's anger was palpable, and the air in the room seemed to vibrate with her rage.
As she stood there, her chest heaving with emotion, Veronica's anger suddenly gave way to hysterical tears. She began to sob, her body shaking with each ragged breath. "How could you do this to me?" she wailed, her voice cracking with pain. "I thought we had something real, something true. But I guess I was just blind, huh?"
He took a step forward, his eyes filled with regret and apology, but Veronica held up a hand, stopping him. "Don't," she said, her voice trembling. "Just don't. I don't want to hear your excuses or your lies. I just want to know one thing: do you still love me?"
He hesitated, looking at Cecilia before turning back to Veronica. "Veronica, I...I don't know what to say," he stammered.
Veronica's eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing. "That's not an answer," she said, her voice cold. "Do you still love me, or is this it? Is this the end of us? Are we breaking up?"
The room fell silent, the only sound Veronica's ragged breathing and the quiet sobs that still shook her body. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and uncertainty, but he said nothing.
Veronica's face contorted in pain, and she let out a cry of anguish. "You're not even going to try to save us, are you?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "You're just going to let us die, like this, in this moment."
As the reality of the situation sank in, Veronica's body began to crumple, her knees buckling beneath her. She fell to the floor, her long magenta hair spilling around her like a dark halo, and wept uncontrollably, her heart shattered into a million pieces.
