Anthony Lied, Iman Told the Truth — Shayla Can’t Take It Anymore 😢👇

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The night felt quiet — city lights glowing through half-closed curtains, the scent of roses in the air. Shayla stood by the window, fingers tracing the soft petals on the table. She smiled gently, trying to calm her heart.

Iman watched her from the couch, jacket off, sleeves rolled up.

Iman: “You like them?”

Shayla turned, eyes catching the warm glow of the lamp.

Shayla: “Like them? I love them. You didn’t have to do all this.”

He leaned forward, his voice deep but gentle.

Iman: “I wanted to. You deserve something real… after everything.”

Her smile faded just a little.

Shayla: “You mean Anthony.”

Iman: “Yeah. The man who never saw what he had.”

Silence filled the room — heavy, honest, charged.

Shayla: “It’s not simple. Anthony and I went through so much. I—”

Iman (softly): “You were never really yourself with him. I saw that from the start.”

She laughed quietly, shaking her head.

Shayla: “You saw too much, too soon.”

Iman: “Maybe. But you kept going back.”

Shayla: “Because I hoped he’d change… and because I was scared to want something that actually felt right.”

Iman stepped closer — close enough for her to feel his warmth.

Iman: “Then stop running from what’s right. You don’t owe anyone your silence.”

Her breath caught.

Shayla: “Why me? You could have anyone, Iman.”

He smiled faintly — no arrogance, just truth.

Iman: “Because you chose yourself first. That’s what made me choose you.”

She looked at him — really looked — and something inside her softened.

Shayla: “You know, even before we really talked, I used to think about you. Just a silly crush.”

Iman: “Guess life had other plans.”

Shayla: “Guess it did,” she whispered, cheeks warming.

He reached out, taking her hand.

Iman: “Then let’s stop fighting it.”

Shayla (smiling softly): “Okay.”

He set the flowers beside her, the colors glowing in the dim light.

Iman: “They look perfect next to your skin.”

Shayla (blushing): “Stop…”

Iman: “I’ll stop when you stop doubting how beautiful you are.”

The night drifted on — soft laughter, quiet confessions, the sound of two people finally breathing freely.

When Shayla rested her head on his shoulder, it wasn’t out of desire — it was peace.

Shayla: “I feel safe here.”

Iman: “That’s how love should feel. Not like a fight.”

Her voice trembled.

Shayla: “You think I made the right choice?”

He looked at her, eyes calm and certain.

Iman: “You didn’t just make the right choice, Shayla. You made the brave one.”

Across the City

Anthony sat alone in his apartment, staring at the DNA report on the table. His hands shook. The truth was right there — impossible to deny.

He exhaled shakily, eyes burning.

Anthony: “She’s really gone…”

His phone buzzed. A message flashed on screen:

“You seen Shayla lately? Heard she’s with Iman now.”

Anthony’s jaw tightened. He wanted to yell, to break something, but he couldn’t move.

Anthony: “She said she needed time,” he muttered. “Guess she found someone else’s.”

The room felt colder than ever. He glanced at the report again — the one that proved everything he tried to hide.

Anthony (to himself): “I pushed her away… and now someone else has what I lost.”

Tears blurred the paper.

Anthony: “I still love her… but maybe love isn’t enough anymore.”

Back at Iman’s Apartment

Shayla sat on the couch, one of the roses in her hand.

Shayla: “You ever think about what tomorrow looks like?”

Iman: “Tomorrow looks like honesty. You and me — no pretending, no running. Just real.”

She nodded slowly, her heart steady for once.

Shayla: “And if Anthony finds out?”

Iman: “Then he’ll have to face what he’s avoided all this time. You can’t heal by holding on to what hurts.”

She smiled through watery eyes.

Shayla: “You always know what to say.”

Iman: “Only because I mean it.”

The clock ticked past midnight. The city outside was silent, but in that little room, two hearts were finally awake — no lies, no fear, just truth.

Shayla (resting against him): “I never thought I’d find something this real.”

Iman: “Maybe real only comes when we stop pretending we don’t deserve it.”

She closed her eyes, finally at peace.

The Morning After

Sunlight slipped through the curtains. Shayla opened her eyes slowly, smiling when she saw Iman asleep beside her, his hand still holding hers.

For the first time in years, she didn’t feel like she had to apologize for wanting peace.

It was hers. It was real.

But somewhere far across the city, Anthony’s storm was only just beginning.

And deep down, Shayla knew — peace never comes without a price.

Still, for this morning, it was enough.