A..💔Shayla caught Iman sharing a private moment with Delica.😱

A..💔Shayla caught Iman sharing a private moment with Delica.😱

The evening was supposed to be calm. Shayla had just finished a long meeting and decided to stop by Iman’s office to surprise him. She carried his favorite coffee, thinking maybe they could finally talk—things had been tense between them for days.

As she walked down the hallway, the lights were dim, and the building was almost empty. Shayla slowed down when she noticed Iman’s office door was slightly open. Soft voices were coming from inside. She frowned—Iman usually worked alone at this hour.

Curiosity pushed her closer.

Inside, Iman was standing very close to Delica. Not the usual “colleague distance,” but too close… the kind of closeness that makes your heart stop.

Delica had her hand on Iman’s arm, whispering something with a smile. Iman didn’t step away. Instead, he looked… comfortable. As if this wasn’t the first time.

Shayla froze at the door, her breath catching in her throat.

For a moment, she didn’t even feel anger—just shock. Like her brain refused to accept what her eyes were seeing. The coffee cup in her hand loosened, almost slipping from her fingers.

Delica brushed something off Iman’s shoulder and laughed softly.

And that’s when Iman finally sensed someone behind the door. He turned… and his face went pale.

“Shayla…?” he whispered, guilt written all over him.

Delica stepped back quickly, as if she’d been caught red-handed.

Shayla’s heart felt like it cracked in one loud, painful sound no one else could hear.
She blinked, trying to hold back tears, but her voice still shook.

“So this is what you were ‘busy’ with?” she asked quietly.

Iman took a step toward her, panic in his eyes.
“Shayla, it’s not what it looks like—”

But Shayla raised her hand, stopping him.

“I saw everything.”

Her voice was calm… too calm. The kind of calm that comes right before a storm.

Iman had no words. Delica looked down, unable to face the truth.

Shayla took a slow breath, her emotions fighting inside her—hurt, betrayal, disbelief.
Then she placed the untouched coffee on the table.

“Enjoy your private moment,” she said softly.

And without another word, Shayla turned and walked out—leaving Iman speechless and Delica trembling.

But deep inside, Shayla wasn’t just walking away from the room…
She was walking away from everything she thought she knew.

And she knew one thing for sure:
This wasn’t over.
Not by a long shot.