💔 The Plan That Could Break Everything 💔
It started as a whisper — a secret plan born out of frustration and pride.
Angelina leaned closer to Shayla, her voice soft but sharp.
“Listen, girl. If Anthony won’t buy you a house, we’ll make him want to.”
Shayla frowned, unsure. “And how exactly are we gonna do that?”
Angelina smirked. “Simple. We use Iman.”
Shayla’s eyes widened. “Iman? Are you serious?”
“Yes,” Angelina said confidently. “You know Anthony’s jealous nature. All we gotta do is make Iman offer to buy you a house. Once Anthony hears it, he’ll lose his mind and buy you one himself. Trust me, he won’t let another man outshine him.”
Shayla looked down, conflicted. She wanted stability — a home for herself and her son, Kai. But deep inside, something felt wrong about the plan. Still, the pain of waiting, begging, and hoping for Anthony’s support had left her desperate.
“Alright,” she whispered. “Let’s do it.”
A few days later, Angelina set the stage perfectly.
Iman was sitting with them at the café, laughing casually when she dropped the hint.
“Shayla’s been struggling lately,” Angelina said, pretending to sound innocent. “She needs a proper place for her and Kai. You’re such a gentleman, Iman… I bet you’d help if you could.”
Iman glanced at Shayla, a soft smile forming on his lips. “Of course, I’d help. Shayla deserves better. You know what — maybe I will help her get a house.”
Shayla’s heart raced. The plan was working — but guilt hit her like a wave. Still, she forced a smile.
“That’s really kind of you, Iman.”
Angelina shot Shayla a quick look that said, Play along.
Later that night, Shayla stood in front of Anthony, holding back her nerves.
“Anthony, I need to tell you something,” she began softly.
Anthony didn’t look up from his phone. “What is it now, Shayla?”
“Iman said he’s going to buy me a house.”
That got his attention. Anthony froze, his expression changing instantly.
“What did you just say?”
“Yeah,” Shayla said quietly. “He said he wants to help me and Kai. Since… since you’ve been too busy to think about it.”
Anthony stood up, anger flaring in his eyes.
“Too busy? You let another man offer you a house, and you think that’s okay?”
Shayla bit her lip. “I didn’t let him, Anthony. He offered. And maybe if you’d actually cared, no one else would have to.”
He stepped closer, voice low but dangerous.
“Don’t play games with me, Shayla. You think I don’t know what you’re doing?”
“I’m not playing games,” she snapped. “I’m just tired of waiting for you to treat me like I matter.”
The silence that followed was heavy. Anthony turned away, fists clenched. His pride was burning, but so was his pain.
He whispered, “You really think Iman cares about you? He’s using you to make me look weak.”
Shayla’s voice trembled. “And what about you, Anthony? You use me to prove your power, not your love.”
That line broke him. For the first time in years, Anthony didn’t have an answer. He looked into her eyes and saw not defiance — but exhaustion.
Without another word, Shayla picked up Kai’s toys and walked out of the room.
Later that night, Anthony sat alone in silence. Shayla’s plan — though he didn’t know the details — had hit him right where it hurt. The idea of another man giving her a home, being there for his son, made his chest tighten with rage and regret.
He poured himself a drink and whispered, “So this is what it’s come to. She wants to test me.”
But instead of reacting the way Angelina expected, Anthony’s mind went somewhere darker.
“If she thinks she can play me using my own son,” he murmured, “then maybe it’s time I remind her who Kai belongs to.”
He grabbed his phone, opened his lawyer’s contact, and paused for a long moment. His reflection stared back at him from the dark screen — a man torn between love, control, and fear of loss.
“File for custody,” he finally said under his breath. “If she wants a war… I’ll give her one.”
Somewhere across town, Shayla sat with Angelina, feeling uneasy.
“You think it’s gonna work?” she asked.
Angelina smiled confidently. “Trust me, he’s probably losing his mind right now.”
But Shayla’s gut said otherwise. “Yeah… but what if he doesn’t buy the house?”
Angelina laughed lightly. “What else could he possibly do?”
Shayla looked away, whispering, “Something I’m not ready for…”
Because deep down, she could already feel it — this plan wasn’t going to bring her peace.
It was going to destroy everything she had left. 💔
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