Shayla thought Iman had finally become the sweetest part of her life. But she had no idea that sweetness was actually the first dose of her downfall.
INT. IMAN’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
A dim yellow lamp glows. Silence… thick, heavy.
IMAN stands near the window, jaw tight, eyes burning with the memory of Shayla yelling at him the night before.
IMAN
(cold whisper)
You think I’ll let that go, Shayla? Not this time.
He exhales slowly… but a smirk forms.
Something dark. Something planned.
EXT. CITY STREET – NEXT MORNING
Cars rush past.
SHAYLA walks fast, sunglasses on, fake confidence hiding her storm.
Inside, she is shaken.
SHAYLA
(muttering to herself)
He embarrassed me… in front of everyone. Iman should know who he’s dealing with.
She adjusts her purse, her greedy side flickering in her eyes.
INT. CAFÉ – MOMENTS LATER
IMAN sits at a corner table, pretending calm.
He sees Shayla entering… and his expression instantly softens into sweetness.
A complete performance.
SHAYLA
(sharp, defensive)
So… you called me here. Why?
Iman
(soft smile, fake warmth)
Because I don’t want us to fight. You know I care about you, Shayla.
Shayla stares, suspicious… but his sweetness slowly melts her anger.
SHAYLA
(softening)
Then don’t raise your voice at me again. You know I hate disrespect.
IMAN
Of course.
(leans closer)
You mean a lot to me. Maybe… more than I ever admitted.
Shayla blushes lightly — her greed loves praise.
INT. IMAN’S APARTMENT – LATER
Iman opens a drawer quietly.
Inside: small packets, neatly wrapped.
His revenge sitting patiently.
IMAN
(dark, satisfied)
Just a little push… Shayla won’t even see it coming.
EXT. SHOPPING STREET – EVENING
Shayla stands with bags.
DELICIA, elegant and calm, joins her.
DELICIA
Iman texted me. Said he has a surprise for both of us.
Shayla freezes.
SHAYLA
Both? Why you?
DELICIA
I don’t know.
(smiles faintly)
He’s being… unusually sweet.
Shayla’s jealousy sparks.
But her greed wins — she hides it with a smirk.
INT. IMAN’S LIVING ROOM – NIGHT
A candlelit setup.
Gifts wrapped neatly.
Music soft.
Iman stands between them — Shayla on the right, Delicia on the left.
Both women look confused.
IMAN
I wanted to show you both how important you are to me.
He gives Shayla a bracelet… then gives Delicia an even more expensive one.
Shayla stiffens.
SHAYLA
(slow anger rising)
Why hers is better?
IMAN
(innocent voice)
Oh come on, baby… don’t compare. You two are like sisters to me.
Delicia coughs awkwardly.
Iman offers Shayla a drink — the glass he prepared.
IMAN
Here. Relax. You’ve been stressed.
Shayla takes it… sips… unaware of the slow trap tightening around her.
INT. IMAN’S KITCHEN – LATER
Iman washes dishes, humming.
Delicia looks uneasy.
DELICIA
Iman… what are you doing? This isn’t you.
IMAN
(smirks)
Maybe you never knew the real me.
Shayla laughs loudly from the living room — slightly dizzy, unusually cheerful.
Delicia’s worry grows.
INT. LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS
Shayla lies across the sofa, giggling.
Her eyes half-closed.
Her speech scattered.
SHAYLA
Iman… you’re… you’re so good… now you’re behaving… finally…
Iman kneels beside her.
IMAN
(soft venom)
I’m only giving you what you deserve.
Shayla doesn’t understand — she just smiles lazily.
Delicia watches from afar, frozen.
INT. SHAYLA’S ROOM – NEXT MORNING
Shayla wakes up with heavy eyes and an unfamiliar sense of fog.
She sits up, confused.
SHAYLA
Why… why do I feel like this?
She touches her forehead… dizzy.
SHAYLA
(panicking slightly)
What did I drink last night?
Her phone rings — ANTHONY.
INT. KITCHEN – CONTINUOUS
Shayla answers.
ANTHONY (V.O.)
I need Kai for a few days. I want him with me.
Shayla hesitates.
Normally she never gives up Kai.
But today… her mind is weak.
Her body tired.
Her judgment blurred.
SHAYLA
(slow, trembling)
Fine… take him. Do whatever you want.
She hangs up… shocked at her own words.
Her hands shake.
INT. IMAN’S APARTMENT – SAME TIME
Iman watches a video on his phone — the recording from last night.
Shayla drunk.
Slurring.
Laughing uncontrollably.
He plays it again… and again.
IMAN
(low, dangerous)
Round one… done.
Delicia stands in the doorway, horrified.
DELICIA
She’s a mother, Iman… why are you doing this?
Iman doesn’t answer.
He only smiles.
EXT. ANTHONY’S HOUSE – AFTERNOON
Anthony holds Kai in his arms.
A cold satisfaction in his eyes.
ANTHONY
(whispers to himself)
Now we’ll see how far Shayla falls.
He closes the door behind him.
INT. SHAYLA’S ROOM – EVENING
Shayla sits alone on
the floor, crying silently.
Her heart heavy.
Her body weaker than yesterday.
Her mind slipping again.
She doesn’t know… she can’t see…
But someone watches her from the partially opened door.
A shadow.
Slow.
Silent.
Approaching.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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