Iman Exposed With Gf! Shayla’s Greedy Secrets Finally Out , What's happen Next ?😱 Read More 💔

Iman Exposed With Gf! Shayla’s Greedy Secrets Finally Out , What's happen Next ?😱 Read More 💔

Iman Exposed With Gf! Shayla’s Greedy Secrets Finally Out , What's happen Next ?😱 Read More 💔

Shayla had always believed that when love found you, it would feel easy — like music that never missed a beat. That’s exactly how it felt when she met Iman. He was charming, funny, and attentive — the kind of man who remembered her coffee order and texted “Good morning, beautiful” before she even woke up.

They met at a mutual friend’s art show. He stood near a painting of the ocean, talking about how depth hides both beauty and danger. Shayla smiled and thought, finally — someone who understands me.

For weeks, they talked every day, spent weekends together, and even planned a beach trip. Iman made her feel special — like she was the only one in his world.

But Shayla was about to learn — his world had more than one center.

It started with something small — a phone notification. They were watching a movie when Iman’s screen lit up with a heart emoji and a name she didn’t recognize: “Nia ❤️.”

He snatched the phone too quickly, his expression stiffening.

“Who’s Nia?” Shayla asked quietly.

“Just a friend,” he replied too fast.

That uneasy feeling crawled into her chest. Something wasn’t right.

The next day, curiosity turned into suspicion. She opened his Instagram — and there she was. Nia. Smiling with Iman in photo after photo. Captions like “My world,” “Two years strong,” and “Forever us.”

Shayla froze.

Two years? TWO YEARS?

The man who told her he was “ready for something real” was already in something real — with someone else.

She didn’t cry immediately. Instead, she sat in silence, her one-year-old son Kai sleeping beside her crib. He was the one thing pure in her messy world — the only good thing left from her past with Anthony.

Anthony, her ex, had once been her everything. But he had chosen someone else — her best friend, Amber.

That betrayal had shattered her once before. Now Iman’s lies were doing it again.

Shayla whispered to herself, “Why does every man I love end up lying to me?”

When Iman came over that evening, she didn’t smile.

“We need to talk,” she said coldly.

“About what?” he asked, pretending not to know.

She held up her phone, the Instagram page open. “About her.”

Iman’s face tightened. “You shouldn’t go through my stuff.”

“You shouldn’t lie to me,” Shayla snapped. “Two years, Iman. TWO YEARS! You told me you were ready to settle down — while posting love quotes with another woman?”

He ran a hand through his hair, sighing. “It’s complicated, Shayla.”

“No. It’s deceit. You used me.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said softly.

She laughed bitterly. “You didn’t mean to? That’s what Anthony said too — right before he left me pregnant and married my best friend.”

Iman looked uncomfortable. “Don’t bring them into this.”

“They’re part of my story whether I like it or not,” she said, her voice shaking. “I just didn’t expect you to become another chapter in the same nightmare.”

Later that night, after he left, Shayla sat by Kai’s crib. The little boy slept peacefully, unaware of the storm around him.

Her phone buzzed — a message from Amber.

Amber: “Hey… heard things are bad with Iman. Want to talk?”

Shayla stared at the message in disbelief. Amber. The same woman who had stolen her ex — the father of her child.

She typed back slowly:

“You lost the right to ask about my life when you took my family.”

Amber’s reply came fast.

“You’re still bitter. I did what you couldn’t — I moved on.”

Shayla clenched her jaw, tears welling. She deleted the chat. Some ghosts didn’t deserve replies.

The next morning, a knock came at her door. It was Anthony.

He looked tired but concerned. “Shayla, we need to talk.”

“There’s nothing left to say, Anthony,” she muttered.

“Actually, there is,” he said, stepping inside. “I heard about Iman. He’s bad news, Shayla. He’s been using you — and Amber told me he’s been bragging about it.”

Her face hardened. “Amber told you that? Funny how you both suddenly care.”

Anthony sighed. “Look, I messed up. I won’t pretend I didn’t. But you don’t deserve this. You deserve better for yourself — and for Kai.”

She crossed her arms. “You think I don’t know that?”

“Then prove it,” he said gently. “Walk away. Don’t let another man destroy what’s left of you.”

Tears blurred her eyes. “You left me when I needed you the most, Anthony. You have no right to tell me what I deserve.”

He looked away, guilt in his eyes. “You’re right. But I still care. Not as your man — but as the father of our son.”

For the first time, she saw honesty in his face — something Iman never had.

That evening, Shayla packed her bags.

She looked around her small apartment, the toys scattered on the floor, the half-empty bottles on the counter. This wasn’t peace — it was survival.

She whispered to Kai, “We’re leaving all of this behind, baby. No more lies. No more men who use love as bait.”

Her phone buzzed again — Iman this time.

Iman: “You’re making a mistake. Nia means nothing. You’re the one I want.”

She stared at the screen for a long moment, then typed:

“You don’t want me, Iman. You just don’t want to lose your power.”

Then she hit block.

The silence that followed felt like freedom.

Weeks passed. Shayla moved into a small place across town. Anthony kept his word and helped her with Kai until she got back on her feet. Amber stayed away — maybe out of guilt, maybe out of shame.

One night, as Shayla tucked Kai into bed, she whispered, “You’re my peace now. And I’ll never let anyone take that away again.”

She sat by the window, staring out at the city lights.

For the first time in years, she didn’t feel broken.

She felt free.

Because the truth finally hit her — she wasn’t cursed in love. She just kept giving her heart to men who didn’t deserve it.

And now… she was done.