C''' 💔Anthony Accidentally Catches Shayla’s “Stress Relief” Moment with Iman😱 Watch Full Story Below👇

 💔Anthony Accidentally Catches Shayla’s “Stress Relief” Moment with Iman😱

Scene: The Confrontation

Anthony: (voice trembling) …Shayla?
(Shayla and Iman instantly pull apart, eyes wide in horror.)

Shayla: Anthony—wait! I can explain!

Anthony: Explain what, exactly? Because from where I’m standing, it looks pretty clear.

Iman: (awkwardly trying to cover herself) Anthony, this isn’t what it looks like.

Anthony: (laughs bitterly) That line never gets old. You two rehearsed that or something?

Shayla: Please, just… don’t make this worse. I didn’t plan this—it just happened.

Anthony: (snapping) “It just happened”? Shayla, I was bringing you dinner! I was worried about you—you said you were stressed from work. I didn’t think this was how you were handling it.

Shayla: I know how bad this looks, but you haven’t been around lately. You’ve been distant, cold… I felt alone.

Anthony: So what, that justifies you running to Iman? My best friend?

Iman: (softly) Anthony, please. I didn’t mean to hurt you. She was crying—she said she felt like she was falling apart. I was just trying to comfort her and… one thing led to another.

Anthony: Comfort her? That’s what we’re calling it now? You two sure looked “comforted.”

(Silence fills the room, the only sound the hum of the AC.)

Shayla: I made a mistake. A horrible one. But it wasn’t about you—it was about me feeling lost. I didn’t even recognize myself when it happened.

Anthony: You think that makes it easier? I loved you, Shayla. I trusted both of you.

Iman: (guilt in her voice) I know, man. And I swear, I’d take it back if I could.

Anthony: (shaking his head) You don’t just take something like this back. There’s no rewind button on betrayal.

(Shayla steps closer, tears forming in her eyes.)

Shayla: Anthony, please… I’ll do anything. I’ll go to therapy. I’ll cut Iman off completely. Just—please don’t walk out like this.

Anthony: (takes a step back) You already walked away first, Shayla. You just didn’t notice.

(He sets the takeout bag on the counter and turns toward the door.)

Shayla: Anthony, wait—please!

Anthony: (quietly, without looking back) I was just trying to make you feel better… guess I was too late.

(Door closes softly. Iman and Shayla stand frozen, the weight of what just happened settling in.)

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(A knock at the door.)

Shayla: (whispering to herself) Anthony?
(She rushes to the door, opening it quickly.)

It’s not Anthony. It’s Iman, drenched from the rain, eyes bloodshot.

Shayla: Iman… what are you doing here?
Iman: I need to talk to you. It’s serious.
Shayla: Haven’t we done enough talking?

Iman: No, listen. He knows more than we think.

Shayla: What do you mean “knows more”?

Iman: (nervously glancing around) When he left that night… he didn’t just walk out. He recorded us, Shayla. He had his phone in his hand.

Shayla: (stunned) Recorded? Why would he—

Iman: I don’t know! But I got a text from a blocked number this morning — it was a clip. Just… enough to ruin us both.

(Shayla stumbles back, holding her chest.)
Shayla: No… no, Anthony wouldn’t do that.

Iman: You sure about that? He hasn’t answered you, right? He hasn’t been to work, either.

Shayla: (softly) Oh my God.

(Thunder crashes. Shayla’s phone buzzes on the table. A message flashes on screen:)

Unknown: “You said you wanted to feel something real. You will.”

(Shayla’s hands shake as she opens it. Attached is a video file— titled “Relief_Truth.mp4.”)

Iman: Don’t open it. Shayla—don’t.

Shayla: (ignoring her, whispering) He wouldn’t… he couldn’t…

(She taps the screen. The video begins — the candlelight, her laughter, Iman’s voice — then the camera pans, and in the reflection of the mirror, Anthony’s silhouette is visible, standing in the doorway, filming silently.)

Shayla: (whispers) Oh my God… he saw everything.

Iman: (backing away) Shayla, this isn’t just anger. He’s planning something. I can feel it.

(Suddenly, the lights flicker. A car door slams outside. They both freeze.)

Shayla: (quietly) That’s his car.

Iman: What are we going to do?

(The doorknob rattles once. Then again — harder this time. The storm outside howls.)

Anthony’s voice (through the door):

“We need to talk.”

(Iman grabs Shayla’s arm. Shayla can barely breathe. The lights go out.)

                                                            [End Scene.]