"Anthony STUNNED as Shayla Claims His Son in Court... with ARBY?!

 

Anthony’s morning had started with the usual chaos — a strong coffee, a ringing phone, and his lawyer telling him, “You need to be in court. Now.”

He rushed to the courthouse, confused, still adjusting his tie as he stepped inside the echoing marble hall. The smell of paper, perfume, and tension was everywhere. The judge’s bench loomed like a silent giant at the far end, but what caught Anthony’s attention wasn’t the judge… it was Shayla.

She was sitting at the plaintiff’s table in a sharp cream suit, eyes locked on him with a smug glimmer. And next to her? None other than Arby.

Arby — the last person Anthony expected to see here. A flashy, smooth-talking guy from Shayla’s neighborhood, notorious for his gold chain, too-loud laugh, and very shady history. Anthony had never trusted him, especially around Shayla.

Anthony froze halfway down the aisle. His lawyer leaned in and whispered, “She’s claiming your son… with him.”

The words hit him like a brick to the chest.
“My… what?” Anthony whispered back.

When court began, Shayla stood. Her voice carried through the room like she’d been practicing this speech for weeks.
"Your Honor, I am here today to clarify the paternity of my son, Kai. Anthony has claimed him for years. But the truth… is that Kai is not Anthony’s biological child. The real father… is Arby.”

Gasps echoed from the small crowd in the gallery. Anthony’s jaw clenched so hard it ached.
“That’s a lie!” he burst out, standing before his lawyer could stop him. “Shayla, you told me—”

The judge slammed the gavel. “Mr. Carter, sit down or you’ll be held in contempt.”

Anthony sat, but his eyes were locked on Shayla. Every word she spoke felt like another blade in his back. She pulled out a folder — glossy photos of Arby holding a baby Kai, text messages printed in full color, and even a grainy video clip of a drunken Anthony slurring, “Man, I don’t even know if that’s my kid…”

Anthony’s stomach sank. He remembered that night — it was after an ugly fight with Shayla, and he had been too drunk to think straight.

Arby leaned back in his chair, smirking at Anthony like a cat with a trapped mouse. The judge reviewed the “evidence” in silence. Anthony could feel every eye in the room burning into him, waiting for his reaction.

When it was his turn to speak, Anthony’s voice shook — not from fear, but from sheer rage.
"Your Honor, this is a stunt. She’s trying to erase me from my son’s life because she’s bitter. I’ve been there since day one — I cut the cord in that hospital room. Arby? He didn’t even know Shayla was pregnant until a few months ago.”

Shayla rolled her eyes, whispering something to Arby that made him chuckle under his breath.

The judge ordered a paternity test, giving both sides 48 hours. Court adjourned, but Anthony stayed seated for a moment, staring at the empty witness stand. In his chest, his heart pounded like a war drum.

As Shayla and Arby walked out arm-in-arm, she glanced over her shoulder, smiling faintly — not a smile of happiness, but one of victory.

Anthony knew one thing: if Shayla thought he was going to let Arby take his place in Kai’s life, she was in for the fight of her life.