“Shayla’s Warning Gone Wrong: Piarry’s Life in Ruins”
📖 “Shayla’s Bad Advice Ruined Everything for Piarry”
Piarry never thought her world would collapse because of one person she trusted the most — Shayla.
The sun was just setting behind the tall city buildings when Piarry walked into the cozy café where she and Shayla always met. She smiled and waved, but Shayla barely looked up from her phone.
“Sit,” Shayla said casually, sipping her latte. “So… how’s your relationship going with Adam?”
Piarry sighed. “It’s complicated. He’s been distant lately. He barely talks to me. I don’t know what to do.”
Shayla leaned closer, eyes gleaming with confidence. “Then do what I’m telling you. Don’t text him. Don’t call. Disappear. Let him feel your absence.”
“But ignoring him feels wrong,” Piarry whispered.
“Trust me,” Shayla smirked. “Men only value what they fear losing.”
Piarry hesitated, but she trusted Shayla. She always did.
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Three Weeks Later
Nothing got better.
Adam grew colder and angrier. One evening, he walked into Piarry’s apartment and said the words that froze her entire soul.
“I can’t do this anymore. I feel like you gave up on us. Maybe we need a break.”
Her voice cracked. “Adam, no… I was just trying to give you space.”
“Space?” He shook his head. “It felt like abandonment.”
He left. And just like that, her world went quiet.
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The Confrontation
Piarry’s tears hadn’t dried when she stormed into Shayla’s house.
“You said ignoring him would bring him closer! He left me, Shayla!”
Shayla rolled her eyes. “Relax. Men always come back.”
Piarry clenched her fists. “Not this time. He’s done for good. You ruined everything.”
Shayla smirked coldly. “If he left that easily, he never loved you.”
Piarry stared at her friend — no, stranger — and for the first time, she felt something stronger than heartbreak.
Disgust.
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The Party & The Revelation
Two weeks later, they both attended their mutual friend Mia’s birthday party. Music was loud, laughter echoed — but tension crackled between them.
Shayla stood by the drinks table, telling a group of girls, “Honestly, people act like I’m responsible for their failed relationships. Maybe they just can’t handle the truth.”
That was it.
Piarry stepped forward. “I know Shayla isn’t giving relationship advice when she literally tried to sleep with her best friend’s husband when he was drunk!”
Silence.
Everyone froze. Glasses stopped mid-air. Even the music felt muted.
Shayla’s face turned pale. “Piarry, stop—”
But Piarry wasn’t finished.
“Remember Mia’s anniversary party? When Eric — her husband — was drunk? You told him you ‘could make him feel better than his wife ever did’. You tried to take advantage of him!”
Mia gasped, covering her mouth. “Is that true?”
Shayla’s lips trembled. “I-I was drunk too—”
“No,” Piarry said coldly. “You planned it. You told me the next day you wished he hadn’t pushed you away.”
Gasps. Eyes widened. Trust shattered.
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Shayla’s Mask Fell
Shayla turned defensive. “Why are you all acting like saints? Eric didn’t even tell you because he knew you’d overreact!”
Eric stood from the corner of the room, voice calm but firm. “I didn’t tell Mia because I didn’t want to hurt her. But now… she deserves the truth.”
Mia’s eyes filled with tears — not of weakness, but fury.
“You gave me advice about loyalty while trying to betray me behind my back,” she said, voice shaking.
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Piarry Walked Away Stronger
Shayla looked around — no friendly eyes, no support, just cold stares.
“Fine,” she muttered. “Believe whatever you want.”
But as she walked out, everyone knew it wasn’t just a walk. It was a fall — a fall from grace, trust, and friendship.
Piarry felt a kind of peace she hadn’t felt in weeks. Mia hugged her tightly.
“Thank you… for telling the truth.”
Piarry smiled faintly. “I just wish I had seen her real face sooner.”
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Epilogue: Healing Begins
Weeks passed.
Piarry started therapy, picked up painting again, and slowly rebuilt herself.
One evening, a soft knock came at her door.
It was Adam.
He stood there nervously. “I was wrong too. I should’ve talked instead of walking away.”
Tears welled in her eyes — not of pain, but closure.
“Maybe,” she said softly, “we both needed to break to learn how to heal.”
They smiled — not as lovers, but as people who finally understood themselves.
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Final Note:
Shayla lost everything — because she played with hearts she never valued.
Piarry? She lost a toxic friend but found herself.
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