She thought she was packing for her dream life…
but the real owner of that dream was standing right in front of her, quietly smiling.
SHAYLA’S APARTMENT – CONTINUOUS
The air is thick now—like the walls themselves are holding a secret.
Shayla stares at Delicia, the confidence draining from her eyes.
Delicia doesn’t look intimidated.
She looks… amused.
SHAYLA
(defensive)
What are you trying to say, Delicia?
Delicia slowly rises from the couch.
Every movement is deliberate.
Calculated.
Like she’s choosing the perfect moment to strike.
DELICEA
(sweet, dangerous)
I’m saying you’re celebrating too early.
She steps closer to Shayla.
DELICEA
(leaning in)
You think that house was meant for you?
That Iman is upgrading your life?
She smirks.
DELICEA
Honey… the upgrade isn’t yours.
Shayla swallows hard—her throat tight, palms trembling.
This is the first time fear sits on her face.
SHAYLA
(voice cracks)
What do you know?
Delicia gives a low, dark laugh.
A laugh that says she is holding the winning card.
DELICEA
Enough to tell you that you might want to unpack those boxes.
She taps the top one with her finger—like she’s knocking on Shayla’s confidence.
SHAYLA
(confused, angry)
I don’t understand. Why are you acting like—
Delicia cuts her off with a look.
A look that silences everything.
DELICEA
Because I know exactly where Iman’s heart is.
And where it’s not.
Shayla freezes—unable to respond.
Delicia watches her break slowly, silently.
She almost seems to enjoy how the truth tightens around Shayla like a noose.
DELICEA
(whispers)
You think you’re moving in…
but you’re the one being moved out.
A chill runs through Shayla.
She steps back, bumping into a stack of boxes—her whole future wobbling behind her.
SHAYLA
(whispers)
Iman wouldn’t do that to me.
Delicia tilts her head, studying Shayla like a tragic character in a movie she’s already seen.
DELICEA
Are you sure?
Because you’re acting like a woman with something to lose…
while I’m standing here as the woman who’s already been chosen.
Shayla’s breath stops.
The room goes still.
The tension is sharp enough to cut.
Delicia walks past Shayla, brushing her shoulder lightly—like a final warning.
DELICEA
(smiling as she exits)
Careful, Shayla.
Dreams collapse fast…
especially the ones built on lies.
The door closes behind her.
Shayla stands alone—surrounded by boxes, doubts, and a truth she’s terrified to face.
CUT TO BLACK — NO ENDING
The story continues…
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