IMAN’S LIVING ROOM – NIGHT
The room is half-lit, quiet except for the ticking clock. Iman sits on the couch, scrolling through his phone. His expression hardens. He’s been re-reading old messages… from Angelina.
ANGELINA (voice message)
(soft but serious)
“I tried to tell you, Iman. Shayla and her mama only care about what’s in your wallet. They don’t love — they leech.”
Iman exhales sharply, shaking his head.
He remembers Shayla’s fake tears, her endless excuses, her “I need money for my mom” speeches.
CUT TO: FLASHBACK – SHAYLA’S BEDROOM
Shayla lounges in bed, scrolling on her phone.
Her mother, Mama Dee, stands in the doorway.
MAMA DEE
“Did he send it yet? We can’t lose this man, Shayla. You better make him feel special tonight.”
Shayla smirks, typing fast.
SHAYLA
“Oh, he’ll send it. He always does.”
BACK TO PRESENT – IMAN’S LIVING ROOM
Iman stands, his face stone cold now. He picks up his keys.
IMAN (muttering to himself)
“You used me for money… now watch me take everything back.”
CUT TO: NEXT DAY – SHAYLA’S HOUSE
Mama Dee is dancing in the living room. Shayla’s laughing, showing off a “House For Sale” post on her phone.
SHAYLA
“He said he’s buying it cash, Mama! I’m about to live like a queen.”
Suddenly—
A car door slams outside.
They look out the window.
It’s Iman.
He walks in calmly… too calmly.
Drops a folder on the table.
IMAN
“Before you dream too big… maybe read what’s inside.”
Shayla opens it — her face drains of color.
Bank transfers, messages, receipts — all proof of their lies.
MAMA DEE
“What is this, Iman?!”
IMAN (coldly)
“This is me… cutting you off. The house? In my name. The business? Shut down tomorrow. You wanted a man to take care of you—now take care of yourself.”
He walks out, leaving the door wide open.
Shayla collapses on the couch, shaking.
Mama Dee stares at the papers, whispering,
MAMA DEE
“We lost everything…”
FADE OUT – TO SHAYLA SCREAMING
“IMAN! PLEASE—WAIT!”
But he doesn’t look back.
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