SHAYLA FIND OUT SUNNY IS PREGNANT FROM MIKE
"Shayla Finds Out the Truth — Sunny’s Secret Pregnancy from Mike"
The morning sun filtered through the half-open blinds of Shayla’s apartment, painting golden stripes across her coffee table. She sat there, idly stirring her tea, her mind already tangled with thoughts. Life had been quiet lately—too quiet—and in Shayla’s world, quiet often meant trouble brewing.
She had been getting whispers from around town. A few friends hinted at Sunny acting “different” lately—more secretive, mood swings, avoiding certain gatherings. Shayla brushed it off at first. After all, Sunny was a friend. But there was one detail that kept itching at her brain: the way Sunny had been avoiding eye contact whenever Mike’s name came up.
Mike… Shayla’s ex.
And not just an ex, but the kind of man who left behind unfinished conversations and unhealed wounds.
The Suspicious Call
That afternoon, Shayla’s phone buzzed. It was Tasha, her closest friend and most reliable source of unfiltered truth.
“Girl… you need to sit down,” Tasha said, her voice low and urgent.
Shayla frowned. “I am sitting down. What’s going on?”
“It’s Sunny. And Mike. Word is—she’s pregnant. And the baby’s his.”
The words hit Shayla like a slap. She froze, gripping the phone tighter. For a second, she thought maybe she misheard.
“…Pregnant? From Mike?” she asked, her voice shaking.
Tasha sighed. “Yeah. And I didn’t want you to find out from somebody else, because you know people love to talk. But this—this ain’t no rumor. I saw her at the clinic last week. She was with Mike.”
Shayla’s heart pounded so hard she thought it might split her ribs. Memories of Mike’s smooth promises and empty apologies flooded back. And Sunny? Sunny had been there when Shayla cried over him. Sunny had heard every ugly detail.
The Confrontation
By evening, Shayla’s anger had outgrown her shock. She wasn’t going to stew in silence. She needed answers—face-to-face.
She drove straight to Sunny’s house, the low hum of her engine drowned by the rush of her own thoughts. When Sunny opened the door, she looked pale, like she’d been expecting this visit.
“We need to talk,” Shayla said coldly, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.
Sunny’s eyes darted away. “Shayla, I was going to tell you…”
“When?” Shayla snapped. “When the baby shower invitations went out? When I saw you and Mike playing happy family?”
Sunny’s lips trembled. “It… it just happened. I didn’t mean for it to. Mike and I—”
“Don’t you dare say it ‘just happened’,” Shayla cut in, her voice sharp as glass. “You knew exactly who he was to me. You were supposed to be my friend.”
Tears welled in Sunny’s eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t plan any of this, but… Shayla, I’m keeping the baby.”
The Breaking Point
Shayla felt her chest tighten, torn between rage and heartbreak. She took a step back, her voice quieter now but still heavy with hurt.
“You can keep the baby. You can keep Mike too. But you’ll never have my trust again.”
The room felt colder, heavier. Sunny’s sobs filled the silence, but Shayla didn’t stay to listen. She walked out, her heels clicking like a gavel striking judgment.
Aftermath
That night, Shayla sat alone in her apartment. She thought about all the laughs she’d shared with Sunny, all the nights she’d trusted Mike. And she realized—this wasn’t just about betrayal. This was about learning who people really were when they thought you wouldn’t find out.
Her tea had gone cold hours ago, but she didn’t care. She looked out the window at the dark sky and whispered to herself,
“They both made their choice. Now I’m making mine.”
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