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“The Message at 11:47 PM: Iman’s Secret

 

 

THE NIGHT WAYNE’S HOUSE WENT QUIET”

The message came at 11:47 p.m.:

“I’m already here.”

No emoji. No explanation.

That was when Delicia knew—this night was about to change everything.

1. The Lie That Sounded Too Smooth

Delicia stared at her phone, the glow lighting up the tight line of her jaw. Iman had said he was going to Wayne’s house for business—late-night planning, contracts, future moves. That part sounded believable. What didn’t sound believable was how calm he’d been saying it, like he’d rehearsed the sentence.

Lauren sat across from her on the couch, legs crossed, watching Delicia’s silence stretch too long.

“You’re thinking too hard,” Lauren said. “Men don’t think that deep.”

“That’s exactly why I’m thinking,” Delicia replied.

Iman had been staying at her place. He’d met her daughter. He’d eaten dinner at her table, laughed too comfortably in her space. And yet—he hadn’t said a word about Shayla. Not tonight. Not ever. Secrets didn’t always scream. Sometimes they whispered until it was too late.

2. Shayla Never Left the Picture

Across town, Shayla stood in Wayne’s guest room, adjusting her hair in the mirror like muscle memory. This house used to feel like safety. Now it felt like strategy.

She hadn’t expected Iman to walk through the door that evening. Not really. But when he did, carrying that same familiar smile, something old flared back to life—unfinished business.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming tonight,” she said, light but watchful.

“I decided last minute,” Iman replied. “Just needed somewhere to clear my head.”

Shayla nodded, pretending she didn’t notice how he avoided her eyes. Pretending she didn’t know men came back when they weren’t done. And she definitely noticed what he didn’t say: that there was someone else.

3. Wayne’s House Holds Too Many Secrets

Wayne’s house had seen everything—arguments, hookups, alliances, betrayals dressed as jokes. That night, the walls felt heavier, like they were listening.

Iman moved through the space like he belonged there, too comfortable for a guest, too distant for someone innocent. Shayla watched him from the kitchen doorway, noticing how often his phone buzzed, how he flipped it face-down every time.

Meanwhile, Delicia sat in her car outside her own house, keys still in the ignition. Lauren had dared her to go to Wayne’s. To “stand on business.” But something stopped her. Not fear—intuition.

Because the truth didn’t feel like it lived in one place. It felt scattered. And whatever was waiting at Wayne’s house didn’t want to be confronted yet.

4. Midnight Exposes Cracks

At exactly midnight, Wayne walked in, laughing too loud, breaking the tension by force. The energy shifted instantly.

“So,” Wayne said, glancing between Iman and Shayla, “y’all both look guilty.”

Shayla laughed it off. Iman didn’t.

That’s when Wayne’s phone rang. He stepped outside, answering on speaker without thinking.

“—yeah, Delicia, I know,” Wayne said. “But if you come over here right now, it’s not gonna go how you think.”

Silence swallowed the room.

Iman’s head snapped up. Shayla’s smile froze. Somewhere across town, Delicia tightened her grip on her phone.

Wayne realized too late what he’d done.

5. When Everyone Knows—but No One Speaks

No one said anything after that. Not right away.

Iman stood slowly, like someone calculating exits. Shayla folded her arms, piecing together truths she’d been avoiding. And Delicia—still on the line—finally understood the shape of the lie.

It wasn’t that Iman chose one of them.

It was that he chose himself, every time.

Delicia turned off her car and started the engine again. She didn’t know if she was driving toward answers or chaos. Shayla stared at the front door, unsure whether she wanted it to open—or stay closed forever. And Iman? He checked his phone, typing a message, deleting it, then typing again.

Outside, tires rolled onto the street.

Inside Wayne’s house, the lights flickered.

And somewhere between truth and confession, the night held its breath—

because once that door opened, nothing would stay hidden again.

“The Message at 11:47 PM: Iman’s Secret