π Shayla Caught Delicia and Iman Crossing the Line In Iman House ! What Shayla Did π± Full Skit π BELOWπ
Shayla never imagined that one ordinary evening would shatter everything she believed about love, trust, and loyalty.
She stood outside Iman’s house for a long moment, keys trembling in her hand. He hadn’t answered her calls all day—unusual for someone who once checked in every hour.
A strange heaviness sat in her chest, the kind of feeling you try to ignore but can’t escape.
The house was quiet… too quiet.
Soft laughter drifted from the living room. Her heart skipped.
As Shayla walked closer, her steps slowed, every breath growing heavier. Then she saw them.
Delicia was sitting on the couch—too close. Iman was beside her, his hand resting where it had no business being.
Their faces were inches apart, voices low, intimate.
Iman leaned in.
Delicia didn’t pull away.
Shayla froze. Her breath caught. Hands shaking.
“What is THIS?” she cried, her voice slicing through the silence.
Iman panicked. “This isn’t what it looks like.”
Delicia whispered, “It just… happened.”
π₯ “So my trust just *happened* to disappear too?” Shayla snapped.
Years of love collapsed in seconds.
“You didn’t just hurt me,” Shayla said coldly. “You embarrassed me. In your own house.”
“I hope it was worth it,” she added. “Because you just lost me.”
She walked out. The door closed — final, loud, unforgettable.
The pain was real — but so was Shayla’s strength.
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