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💔Crossing the Line: Iman Took Delicia to His Bedroom Iman & Delicia’s Private moment Uncovered😱

💔 Crossing the Line — The Confrontation

[Shayla enters the apartment, the atmosphere tense. She has already seen the photos.]

Shayla:
Iman… we’re not doing this dance again.
I know what happened.
I know she was in your bedroom.

Iman:
(eyes widening) Shayla, wait—let me explain.

Shayla:
Explain what?
How Delicia ended up behind a locked door with you?
How you told me you were “sleeping early” that night?

Delicia steps out from behind the hallway, startled but trying to stay composed.

Delicia:
Shayla… please. It’s not what you think.

Shayla:
Oh, trust me, it’s exactly what I think.

---

The Pressure Builds

Iman:
It wasn’t like that. She came over to talk, and—

Shayla:
—to talk?
In your bedroom?
With the door shut?
For two hours?

Delicia:
We didn’t want to be overheard. Things between us were—
(she hesitates)
complicated.

Shayla:
Complicated?
You mean secretive.

---

Shayla’s voice breaks—but her anger doesn’t.

Shayla:
I trusted you, Iman.
And you took her to the one place you told me was “ours.”

Iman:
(swallows hard)
I shouldn’t have taken her in there.
I know that.
I just… I didn’t think it would look like—

Shayla:
Like betrayal?
Like crossing every boundary I ever set?
Because that’s exactly what it looks like.

---

Delicia steps forward cautiously

Delicia:
Shayla, we didn’t do anything physical.
But… we crossed a line emotionally.
And I’m not going to lie about that.

Iman:
Delicia, stop—

Shayla:
No. Let her talk.
For once, I want honesty instead of excuses.

Delicia:
We were talking about things you didn’t know he was dealing with.
He felt like you weren’t hearing him.
I shouldn’t have been the one he went to…
but he did.

Shayla:
(whispers)
So I wasn’t enough?

Iman:
No—Shayla, that’s not it.
You are enough. I just—
I just made the worst mistake I’ve ever made.

---

The Breakdown

Shayla:
You could’ve talked to me.
You could’ve chosen honesty.
But you chose her.
And your bedroom.

Iman:
Shayla, please.
It wasn’t romantic, I swear.
It just got… too close.

Shayla:
Too close?
You made space for her that you stole from me.

---

Silence. Heavy. Cutting.

Delicia:
Shayla… I’m sorry.
I should’ve stepped back.
I shouldn’t have been in that room with him.
But he told me he needed someone.

Shayla:
And he had someone.
He had me.
He just didn’t want to talk to me because he knew I wouldn’t feed his lies.

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The Final Blow

Shayla:
Iman…
I can forgive arguments.
I can forgive mistakes.
But I can’t forgive being replaced in a room that was supposed to be mine.

Iman:
Shayla, don’t say that.
We can fix this.
Please.

Shayla:
(steps back)
No.
This time, you crossed a line you can’t uncross.

Delicia lowers her head, unable to meet Shayla’s eyes.

Shayla:
You two made your choice.
Now I’m making mine.

[She grabs her bag and walks out, leaving both of them in stunned silence.]

💔 Short Ending

Shayla reaches the doorway, her hand trembling on the handle.
Iman takes one step toward her, desperate.

Iman:
Shayla… please don’t go.

She turns her head just enough to look at him—hurt, tired, finally done.

Shayla:
I’m not leaving because I want to.
I’m leaving because you already did.

Iman’s face falls. Delicia looks down, unable to speak.

Shayla steps outside.

Shayla:
(softly)
Goodbye, Iman.

The door closes.
Their silence remains.
Her freedom begins.

THE END.