“When Shayla Finally Tells Anthony Why Iman Is the Better Man ๐๐ฅ”
The air in Shayla’s living room was heavy — filled with the kind of silence that only comes after too many arguments and too many broken promises.
Anthony stood near the window, hands in his pockets, staring out like he didn’t even recognize the home he used to love.
Shayla sat on the edge of the couch, her eyes swollen from tears — not from sadness this time, but from disappointment that had been building for months.
Shayla (quietly): “You keep saying you love me, Anthony… but love doesn’t look like this anymore.”
Anthony turned around, his face tight with frustration.
Anthony: “So now you’re comparing me to him again? Is that what this is about?”
Shayla (coldly): “You brought this on yourself.”
Anthony scoffed and walked closer, shaking his head.
Anthony: “You think Iman is some saint, huh? That man just came around recently and suddenly he’s better than me? You forgot who’s been there since day one?”
Shayla (firmly): “No, Anthony. I didn’t forget. You were there in the beginning — but you stopped showing up somewhere in the middle.”
Anthony’s eyes narrowed.
Anthony: “You’re exaggerating. You act like I never cared—”
Shayla (cutting him off): “Cared? You cared when it was convenient for you. You cared when I was easy to love. But the moment I needed consistency, you vanished.”
He clenched his jaw, trying not to lose control.
Anthony: “So you think Iman is the answer? He’s the better man just because he smiles more and buys you flowers?”
Shayla stood up, finally facing him — tears glistening in her eyes but strength in her voice.
Shayla: “No, Anthony. He’s the better man because he listens. Because when I talk, he doesn’t roll his eyes or check his phone.
He’s the better man because he respects me — not because he wants something from me.”
Anthony froze, speechless for a second.
Anthony: “So that’s it? You’re really choosing him over me?”
Shayla took a deep breath.
Shayla: “I’m choosing peace over chaos. I’m choosing stability over excuses.
You’ve given me years of almost-love, Anthony… I’m done waiting for you to grow into the man you promised to be.”
Anthony stepped back, running a hand through his hair.
Anthony: “You think it’s that easy? You think you can just walk away from everything we’ve been through?”
Shayla: “I’ve already walked away emotionally, Anthony. You’re just realizing it now.”
Her tone was calm, but her words hit like thunder.
Anthony turned away, pacing back and forth, trying to find the right thing to say — but there was nothing left to defend.
Anthony: “He’ll hurt you, Shayla. Just like every man eventually does.”
Shayla (softly): “Maybe he will. But at least with Iman, I don’t feel like I’m already broken before it even starts.”
Anthony looked at her, the pain in his eyes mixing with regret.
Anthony: “So you’re just gonna forget everything? The laughs, the nights, the memories?”
Shayla’s voice cracked as she whispered:
Shayla: “I’ll never forget, Anthony. But memories don’t fix what respect destroyed.”
Silence filled the room again — only this time, it wasn’t angry. It was final.
Anthony took a step closer, his voice low, almost trembling.
Anthony: “You really think he’s better than me?”
Shayla: “No,” she said gently. “He’s not better than you. He’s just better for me.”
That one line cut deeper than any argument they’d ever had.
Anthony’s shoulders slumped. He looked down, realizing what he had lost — not because Shayla wanted someone new, but because she had finally remembered her own worth.
He walked toward the door slowly, stopping just before leaving.
Anthony (softly): “I hope he treats you right, Shayla.”
Shayla: “He already does, Anthony. In ways you never learned to.”
He didn’t look back as he walked out.
The sound of the door closing was quiet — almost gentle — but to Shayla, it felt like thunder shaking the whole house.
She stood still for a long time, wiping her tears, breathing deep.
There was no anger left now, only peace.
For the first time in years, she felt light — free from the weight of waiting for someone who was never coming back emotionally.
As she turned off the lights, she whispered to herself:
Shayla (whispering): “Sometimes the better man isn’t richer, stronger, or louder… he’s just the one who makes you feel seen.”
And that night, Shayla slept alone — but not lonely.
Because losing Anthony wasn’t the end of her love story… it was the beginning of her healing.
To be continued... ๐✨
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