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💥 Amber Fed Up When Anthony Asks Her About a “Future Affair” With Victor — Amber’s Reaction Shocks Everyone! 😱

LONG DRAMA STORY

Amber had been trying to hold her patience together all evening.

She’d cooked dinner.

She’d cleaned up.

She’d even tried to start a calm conversation with Anthony about their upcoming plans, hoping—just for once—they could have peace.

But Anthony had been acting jealous, irritated, and suspicious ever since Victor started talking to Amber at the last gathering. And tonight… he finally exploded.

Amber was wiping the table when Anthony walked in, arms crossed, face twisted with bitterness.

“We need to talk,” he said sharply.

Amber sighed.

“What now, Anthony?”

He stepped closer, tension radiating off him.

“I wanna know the truth,” he said. “Are you planning something with Victor? Some… future affair?”

Amber froze.

At first, she couldn’t tell if she heard him correctly.

Her hands lowered slowly.

Her eyes widened with pure disbelief.

“What did you just say?” she asked, voice trembling with anger.

Anthony didn’t back down.

“You heard me. Victor’s been smiling at you, texting you—don’t pretend you haven’t noticed. Just tell me now before I look like a fool later.”

Amber stared at him like he had suddenly become a stranger.

“Anthony… are you serious right now?”

Anthony shrugged.

“I’m not stupid. I see the way he looks at you.”

Amber let out a bitter laugh, one filled with hurt, exhaustion, and disbelief.

“An AFFAIR? A future AFFAIR?” she repeated, her tone rising.

“So you really think I’m just waiting for a chance to run off with Victor?”

“Are you?” Anthony snapped.

That was it.

Amber slammed her hand on the table so hard it echoed through the room.

“NO, I’M NOT!” she screamed. “I’m tired—TIRED—of you accusing me every time someone smiles in my direction!”

Anthony blinked, startled by the force of her reaction.

“Amber—”

“No, Anthony, you listen,” she cut him off, pointing at him with fury in her eyes. “You’re pushing me away with your insecurity. You’re destroying us with your jealousy. Victor is a FRIEND. A normal conversation becomes a threat to you. Do you hear how ridiculous you sound?”

Anthony looked down, but his pride wouldn’t let him apologize.

“You shouldn’t talk to him so much then,” he muttered.

Amber stepped closer, her voice trembling with a mix of rage and heartbreak.

“You’re accusing me of an affair that doesn’t exist. You’re imagining a future betrayal without a single reason. I have been loyal to you—through every argument, every mood, every mistake you made. But you? You’re treating me like the villain in your own imagination.”

Anthony’s expression softened but his stubbornness held.

“I just… don’t want to lose you.”

Amber’s voice cracked.

“You’re going to lose me if you keep treating me like I’m guilty when I’ve done NOTHING wrong.”

Anthony finally looked up, a hint of panic in his eyes.

“Amber—wait—”

She took a deep breath, shaking with emotion.

“I’m fed up, Anthony. I can’t keep defending myself against your insecurities. If you don’t trust me by now, you never will.”

He moved toward her, but she stepped back.

Her eyes were filled with tears—but not from sadness.

From anger.

From exhaustion.

From finally reaching her limit.

“I won’t let you accuse me of some imaginary affair,” she whispered. “Not anymore.”

And with that, Amber grabbed her keys and walked out of the house, leaving Anthony stunned, silent, and suddenly realizing the weight of what he had just done.

As the door closed behind her, Anthony whispered to himself:

“…What did I just push away?”

But Amber was already gone—her mind spinning, her heart pounding, and one truth echoing louder than anything:

She was no longer putting up with being blamed for a future that never existed.