AW...Amber’s Breaking Point, While You Were Playing House🤔

You Got Some Nerve, Anthony

The bar was nearly empty, its lights dim and heavy with the weight of things unsaid. The sound of a single glass being set on the counter echoed louder than it should have. Anthony stood by the door, arms crossed, jaw tight. Amber could feel the accusation in the silence before he even opened his mouth.

“Were you messing with him all day?” he finally asked, voice sharp and bitter.

Amber froze. “Excuse me?”

“You heard what I said,” Anthony pushed. “You and him. Is that why he came at me like that? Because you two were messing around?”

Amber blinked — once, twice — and let out a low, disbelieving laugh. “Wow,” she said softly.

“Wow what?” Anthony snapped.

“Wow, that’s so big of you, Anthony,” she shot back, eyes blazing now. “No, we weren’t messing around. But you know what he was doing? He was watching me pick up the pieces of everything you broke.”

Anthony flinched. She stepped closer.

“While you were running around with Shayla,” she said, her voice shaking but strong, “he saw me come to work every single day with tears in my eyes. He watched me keep this bar alive while you were out there playing house with your baby mama. He saw me put my blood, sweat, and literal tears into this place — because I had nothing else, Anthony. Nothing!”

Anthony looked away, his lips parting to speak, but Amber wasn’t done.

“So yes, he was concerned,” she continued. “Because he saw me fight for something you were too busy throwing away.”

Her words hit harder than any slap could.

“You’ve got some nerve,” she said, her voice low now, almost trembling with anger. “You can take the bar. You can erase my name off the paperwork. But don’t you dare take my integrity as a wife away from me.”

She stepped right into his space, her eyes locked on his. “From the day we said ‘I do,’ I’ve been true to those vows. No man, no person, has ever experienced me. So how dare you?”

Anthony’s mouth opened — nothing came out.

“Talk about a hit dog hollering,” Amber said, shaking her head. “You’re guilty, so you want to project it onto me? I’m not a hoe like you, Anthony.”

He took a step back. She brushed past him toward the door.

“And let me tell you something,” she said, turning once more before she left. “If you ever fix your mouth to accuse me of that again, you won’t have to worry about me being here.”

She paused, eyes burning with fury and heartbreak.

“Was I messing with Holiday?” she said quietly, almost to herself. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, Anthony. A lot of freaking nerve.”

And with that, she walked out, leaving Anthony standing there — alone, surrounded by everything he’d destroyed with his own insecurities.