The door creaked open, and SHARRA stepped in, her presence a storm brewing in the quiet storm of a house already falling apart. BETHANY's eyes flashed with fire, ready to defend her last hold on LARRY. But as SHARRA calmly delivered the ultimatum, something inside LARRY cracked. Was he ready to finally choose—or would he stay trapped between the women who both claimed him, in different ways, to their own bitter ends?
The tension hung thick in the air like a countdown—LARRY couldn’t keep avoiding the truth much longer.
INT. LARRY'S LIVING ROOM - EVENING
The sun hangs low outside, casting long shadows over a tense living room. BETHANY stands by the window, arms crossed tightly, her jaw set in a rigid line. She stares outside, eyes hard with expectation.
The stillness in the room is thick, suffocating.
LARRY, sitting at the dining table, looks up, his face drawn with exhaustion, as if the fight has already worn him down.
He mutters under his breath.
LARRY
(quietly)
Don't tell me...
BETHANY
(without turning, a sharp edge in her voice)
If that's who I think it is, she better walk away before I lose it.
A LOUD KNOCK on the door.
LARRY
(softly, defeated)
Not her...
BETHANY
(rolling her eyes, sarcasm biting)
Great. Just what we need.
She strides to the door and swings it open.
SHARRA stands in the doorway, her expression cool, controlled—too calm for the storm that’s about to break.
Her eyes flicker over BETHANY, then settle on LARRY behind her.
SHARRA
(steady, like a force of nature)
Bethany... we need to talk.
BETHANY
(smirking, eyes narrowing)
We? No, honey. You need to leave.
SHARRA steps into the house without hesitation, shutting the door behind her.
SHARRA
(direct, laser-focused on LARRY)
Larry, has she signed the divorce papers yet?
LARRY
(rubbing his forehead, worn out)
Sharra, this isn’t the—
BETHANY
(cutting him off, snapping)
What divorce papers? Who told you I’m signing anything?
SHARRA
(turning to BETHANY, voice firm, unyielding)
I’m telling you to. For everyone’s sake—leave Larry. Divorce him.
BETHANY
(laughing bitterly, like a knife wound to the air)
Oh sweetheart, why would I divorce a man who’s already married to me?
SHARRA
(eyes darkening, voice sharp as glass)
Because you don’t love him. You control him.
BETHANY
(stepping closer to SHARRA, eyes narrowing with venom)
And what? You think you love him? You had your chance, honey. You lost.
The room crackles with tension. LARRY steps in quickly, his voice rising in an attempt to defuse the situation.
LARRY
(panicking, voice loud and strained)
Okay, that’s enough—both of you!
But neither BETHANY nor SHARRA hears him.
SHARRA
(raising a finger, cutting through the noise)
Larry deserves peace. You don’t give him that. All you give him is pressure, insults, and control. Let him go.
BETHANY
(eyes flashing, fury bubbling up)
You don’t get to tell me how to run my marriage.
SHARRA
(without hesitation, sharper than before)
Someone has to! You treat him like a prisoner. Even Brooke sees it!
BETHANY
(narrowing her eyes, voice like fire)
Don’t you dare bring Brooke into this!
SHARRA
(steadfast, voice unwavering)
I will if it means saving him.
BETHANY
(furious, shoving SHARRA roughly, her voice a growl)
I said, GET OUT.
LARRY moves forward in a panic, hands outstretched, trying to hold BETHANY back while keeping SHARRA at bay.
LARRY
(shouting, frantic)
Bethany! Stop!
SHARRA stands her ground, her posture defiant, eyes locked on BETHANY.
SHARRA
(low, warning)
Touch me again, and you’ll see who you’re dealing with.
BETHANY
(smirking, a dangerous glint in her eyes)
I’m right here.
LARRY jumps between them, his hands trembling.
LARRY
(pleading, desperation in his voice)
Enough! Both of you—STOP this before it gets worse!
But it’s already too late.
SHARRA
(her voice low, cutting through the tension like a knife)
You are destroying him. Every day, he walks on eggshells just to keep peace with you.
BETHANY
(cold, dismissive, her face twisted in anger)
He doesn’t need your protection.
SHARRA
(softening slightly, but her voice steady, final)
No… he needs freedom.
BETHANY
(barking out a laugh, a cruel sound)
Freedom? From what? A wife who actually stayed with him? Where were you when he needed support?
SHARRA
(jaw tightening, voice tightening with emotion)
Don’t test me, Bethany. You know exactly why our marriage ended.
BETHANY
(mocking, eyes flashing)
Because you couldn’t handle reality? I’m not the reason Larry left you.
SHARRA
(darkening, her eyes cold and hard as steel)
No. He left because he couldn’t survive being stuck between you and your manipulations.
BETHANY
(lunging forward, furious, trying to push past LARRY)
Let me go, Larry! She came here to tell me to divorce you—YOUR ex-wife!
SHARRA
(stepping forward again, calm, resolute)
Because you’re slowly killing him, Bethany!
LARRY
(yelling, finally snapping, voice breaking)
Enough! Enough! STOP IT!
For a split second, the room falls silent.
But only for a second.
BETHANY
(pointing at SHARRA, eyes blazing with fury)
Stay out of my house. Stay away from my marriage.
SHARRA steps closer, fearless, her eyes never leaving BETHANY.
SHARRA
(quiet, but resolute)
I’ll leave when you sign the papers and free him.
BETHANY
(throwing her head back in mocking laughter)
I will NEVER free him. Especially not because you walked in here demanding it.
SHARRA glances at LARRY, her eyes soft, sad.
SHARRA
(voice filled with regret)
Larry... tell her the truth. Tell her what you told me last week.
BETHANY
(snapping, her voice shrill, eyes wild with jealousy)
What did you tell her?
LARRY
(throat tight, his face pale, caught between the two women)
I—I don’t want this fight. I just want peace.
SHARRA
(shaking her head, her voice trembling now)
Peace won’t come until you choose. You told me yourself that you can’t keep living like this.
BETHANY
(eyes widening, voice raw, betrayal stinging in every word)
You told her THAT?
LARRY freezes, paralyzed by the truth hanging in the air.
LARRY
(barely a whisper, defeated)
Bethany... listen—
BETHANY
(screaming now, voice cutting like glass)
Did you or did you not say that?
LARRY
(hesitates, his hands shaking, his voice a whisper)
I did.
SHARRA
(steps closer to LARRY, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder)
He did.
BETHANY stands there, trembling, fury overtaking her. Her hands ball into fists.
BETHANY
(softly, a deadly whisper)
Get out.
SHARRA stands her ground, her eyes steady, waiting.
SHARRA
(calmly, almost sadly)
I’ll go. But this conversation isn’t over.
BETHANY steps forward, ready to explode.
BETHANY
(icy, venomous)
It ends when I say it ends.
SHARRA looks at LARRY one last time, a silent plea in her eyes.
SHARRA
(quietly, her voice heavy)
You know what you have to do.
She turns, walks to the door, and opens it.
But she doesn’t leave.
She stands in the doorway, staring back at LARRY.
BETHANY stares at LARRY too, her fury palpable, her body trembling with rage, betrayal, and fear.
The house feels suffocating, frozen in time.
LARRY stands, trapped between two worlds—the woman he once loved, and the woman he isn’t sure he loves anymore.
His hands tremble
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