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Bethany’s Trap: Larry’s Plan Unraveled

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Sometimes the smallest bed in a hotel room holds the biggest secrets… and the sharpest jealousy.

INT. HOTEL LOBBY – NIGHT

Larry stands near the front desk, adjusting his wedding ring nervously. His phone buzzes in his pocket. Two hotel beds are reserved; one for him, one for the unexpected guest—Sharra.

LARRY

(to himself)

One bed for me, one bed for her. Simple. Keep it quiet.

Bethany storms in, heels clicking aggressively against the marble floor. She throws her coat onto the nearest chair, eyes locked on Larry.

BETHANY

(snarling)

So, this is what you were hiding? Booking rooms before I even arrive?

LARRY

(raising hands)

Beth, calm down. I booked the room before I knew Sharra was coming. I didn’t plan anything.

BETHANY

(cutting him off)

Don’t lie to me! Two beds for her? What am I supposed to think, Larry?

Larry takes a step back, carefully watching her explode.

LARRY

Look, she declined the second bed. She’s staying with her sister. That’s it.

BETHANY

(eye roll, full jealous-wife mode)

Declined? Hah! That doesn’t matter. You still booked it! You still planned for her comfort over mine!

Larry exhales, pinching the bridge of his nose.

LARRY

Beth… I need to think straight. If I take you back to the hood, you’ll turn this into a full-on Bethany mission. Leave Destiny and my plans alone for one night!

BETHANY

(fuming)

Oh, don’t worry. I’ll make sure she knows exactly what she’s walking into.

Larry glances toward the elevators. His plan is simple: keep Sharra safe at her sister’s, prevent Bethany from turning a quiet night into chaos. But the tension is already crackling.

INT. HOTEL ROOM – NIGHT

Sharra sits on her sister Brooke’s couch, arms crossed, scrolling on her phone. She ignores Larry’s texts and calls, deliberately cold.

LARRY

(texting)

I got the extra bed ready for you. You sure you don’t want it?

SHARRA

(text reply)

Nope. Staying here. Don’t worry about me.

Larry’s fingers tremble slightly. His ex-wife’s calm and collected tone makes his heart clench; he’s fighting his instincts to intervene.

LARRY

(muttering)

Why is this so hard?

Meanwhile, Bethany paces outside the hotel room door, phone in hand, ready to ambush. Her jealousy has turned into a calculated weapon.

BETHANY

(to herself)

She thinks she can ignore me? Not tonight. Not when Larry did this behind my back.

She smirks, plotting.

INT. HOTEL HALLWAY – NIGHT

Larry steps into the hall, trying to intercept Bethany.

LARRY

Beth, please. Just… stay here. Don’t—

BETHANY

(interrupting, voice low and dangerous)

Stay here? No, Larry. If she’s in Chicago, she’s in my way. And I don’t care where she hides—she won’t escape my eyes.

Larry freezes, realizing how volatile the situation is. His plan to protect Sharra seems to be slipping. Every second Bethany spends in this city multiplies the risk.

LARRY

(whispering)

I can’t let her mess this up…

Bethany’s footsteps echo closer to Sharra’s sister’s apartment. She’s determined. She’s calculated. She’s a storm Larry can’t control.

INT. BROOKE’S LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

Sharra lounges, unsuspecting. Brooke is in the kitchen, preparing snacks. Destiny is quietly playing with her phone in the corner. Sharra laughs softly at a meme.

BETHANY

(voice barely audible outside the door)

You think you’re safe? Think again.

She presses her ear to the door. Larry’s anxiety is mirrored in her silent rage.

LARRY

(whispering to himself)

Keep her calm… Keep her safe…

Bethany circles the building, eyes sharp, mind sharper. Every step is a move in her personal game. She’s plotting to force Sharra into confrontation, and Larry is caught in the middle—helpless.

INT. HOTEL LOBBY – NIGHT

Larry sits on a plush chair, twisting his wedding band. His thoughts spiral.

LARRY

(to himself)

I can’t let her ruin this… Sharra’s safe, I hope. Bethany’s insane. I should have never let her fly here.

The elevator dings. Footsteps approach. Heartbeats race. Tension builds like a coiled spring.

BETHANY

(off-screen, whispering)

She won’t escape me. Not tonight.

Larry gulps, knowing that this night is about to explode. The plans he set, the strategy he trusted—it’s all about to collide with Bethany’s jealousy and Sharra’s calm defiance.

LARRY

(voice trembling)

Why is this happening every time I try to do the right thing?

CUT TO:

Bethany’s shadow appears near the apartment entrance. Sharra is still unaware. Larry can only watch, powerless, as the storm begins.

SUSPENSE NOTE:

The night is far from over. Bethany is about to make her move, Larry’s control is slipping, and Sharra is unknowingly at the center of a perfect storm.

END SCENE (for now)