C''' Shayla Finds Out About Amber’s Pregnancy — And Shows Up at Anthony’s House Uninvited! 💔🔥 FULL STORY BELOW 👇🏼

Shayla Finds Out About Amber’s Pregnancy — And Shows Up at Anthony’s House Uninvited! 💔🔥

Scene: Anthony’s Apartment — Late Evening

(The room is dimly lit. A half-eaten takeout meal sits on the counter. Anthony is pacing, clearly stressed. There’s a sudden knock — sharp, urgent. He hesitates before opening the door.)

Anthony: (sighs, muttering) I really hope this isn’t what I think it is…

(He opens the door. Shayla stands there — eyes red, hands trembling, phone clutched in one hand.)

Shayla: You weren’t gonna tell me, huh?

Anthony: (taken aback) Shayla—what are you doing here?

Shayla: Don’t play dumb. I know, Anthony. I know about Amber. About the baby.

(Anthony’s jaw tightens. He glances away, guilt flashing in his eyes.)

Anthony: Who told you?

Shayla: (laughs bitterly) So it’s true. You didn’t even deny it.
You know, I had to hear it from her. She looked me in the eye and said, “I didn’t mean for it to happen.” Like that was supposed to make me feel better!

Anthony: Shayla, listen—things got complicated, alright? It wasn’t supposed to—

Shayla: (cuts him off) Complicated? You were with me. You told me you loved me. You were making plans with me. And meanwhile, she’s— (voice cracks) she’s carrying your child?

(Anthony tries to approach her, but she steps back.)

Anthony: I made a mistake. A huge one. I never meant to hurt you like this.

Shayla: (snaps) Stop saying that! You meant to lie. You meant to keep it a secret. That’s not a mistake, Anthony — that’s a choice.

(There’s a long, heavy silence. Then another knock. Both turn toward the door. Anthony looks terrified.)

Anthony: …Don’t tell me that’s—

(He opens the door slowly. Amber stands there, holding a small bag, eyes puffy from crying.)

Amber: I—I didn’t know Shayla would be here. I just came to talk to you.

Shayla: (coldly) Oh, don’t stop on my account. Go ahead. Talk.
Tell him about the baby again — maybe he forgot already.

Amber: (softly) Shayla, please. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I tried to stay away after I found out. I told him he needed to tell you.

Shayla: Oh, how noble of you. You “tried.” Meanwhile, you were sleeping with him when he was with me.

Amber: (tearful) It wasn’t like that! We were both confused—!

Shayla: (sarcastic) Confused? You don’t get accidentally pregnant from confusion, Amber!

(Anthony runs his hands through his hair, clearly overwhelmed.)

Anthony: Stop! Both of you—please. This is not helping anyone.
I screwed up. I know that. But fighting about it isn’t gonna fix it.

Shayla: You’re right. It won’t fix anything.
(quietly, through tears) Because I can’t even look at you right now.

(She turns toward the door, but pauses.)

Shayla: You should be there for her, Anthony.
But don’t you dare call me again. Not when you finally realize what you lost.

(She leaves, slamming the door. The silence that follows is deafening.)

Amber: (whispers) I didn’t want to come between you two.

Anthony: (voice hollow) You didn’t. I did that all by myself.

(He sinks into the couch, head in his hands. Amber stands by the door, unsure whether to stay or go. The sound of Shayla’s car starting outside fades into the night.)

Scene: Anthony’s Apartment — Later That Night

(The clock ticks loudly. Anthony sits on the couch, staring blankly. Amber paces the room, nervously clutching her phone.)

Amber: (voice shaking) She’s not answering my messages. I didn’t want her to find out like this.

Anthony: (quietly) She wasn’t supposed to find out at all. Not yet.

Amber: What does that mean? You said you were going to tell her weeks ago.

Anthony: I was. But every time I tried, something stopped me.

(He leans forward, rubbing his temples. Amber looks at him suspiciously.)

Amber: Something, or someone?

Anthony: (snaps) What are you getting at?

Amber: (hesitant) I think… someone told her on purpose.

Anthony: (frowns) What are you talking about?

Amber: She said she “heard it from me,” but I never told her. Not directly. I told one person—someone I thought I could trust.

(Anthony stands up, tension rising.)

Anthony: Who?

Amber: (whispers) Nina.

Anthony: (pauses) Shayla’s best friend?

Amber: (nods slowly) She came by my work last week, asking questions. Said she “just wanted to understand the truth.” But she looked angry.

(A loud thud echoes from outside. Both freeze.)

Amber: (whispers) What was that?

Anthony: Probably nothing.

(He moves to the window, pulls the curtain slightly. His expression changes — uneasy, cautious.)

Anthony: There’s a car out front. Lights off. Hasn’t moved since Shayla left.

Amber: (nervous) Maybe it’s her?

Anthony: (grimly) Or Nina.

(The sound of footsteps approaches the door — slow, deliberate. A shadow passes under the crack.)

Amber: (whispers, terrified) Anthony… someone’s out there.

Anthony: (grabs his phone) I’ll call the cops.

(But before he can dial, the door handle rattles — someone trying to open it. Amber gasps, backing away.)

Anthony: (shouts) Who’s there?!

(Silence. Then a faint voice, muffled through the door.)

Voice: You think you can hide what you did?

(Amber grips Anthony’s arm. His phone slips from his hand and clatters to the floor. The voice grows clearer — colder.)

Voice: You broke her heart… now you’re gonna feel it.

(A sudden bang — the sound of something hitting the door. Amber screams. Anthony lunges forward, locking the deadbolt. Then silence again.)

Amber: (whispering) Anthony… what if it’s not Shayla?

Anthony: (tense) Then whoever it is knows too much.

(He picks up a small metal bat from beside the couch. The apartment is silent except for their breathing. The sound of a car door slamming outside breaks the tension — the mysterious car speeds off.)

(Anthony peers through the blinds — the car vanishes down the street. He exhales shakily.)

Anthony: They’re gone. For now.

Amber: (trembling) What if they come back?

Anthony: (looking down, voice low) Then we need to figure out who else knows — and why they want to destroy us.

(He looks toward the table. A small white envelope sits there, one neither of them noticed before. Anthony picks it up. His name is written across it in bold black ink.)

Amber: (barely whispering) Anthony… where did that come from?

(He opens it. Inside is a single photograph — of him and Amber — taken through the apartment window. On the back, in red ink, are three words:)

“You don’t deserve her.”

(Amber gasps. Anthony drops the photo, his face pale. The lights flicker — once, twice — and then go out completely.)

Amber: (in the dark, terrified) Anthony…?

(No answer. Just the sound of heavy breathing close by.)

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