Q.. Shayla Last Attempt: Iman kicked Shayla out of her house and took his house back from her.😱😱

💔 Shayla’s Last Attempt: Iman Finally Kicks Shayla Out of Her House — And Takes His Home Back! 😱🔥

Everything fell apart in one explosive moment.
Shayla tried one last time to fix things… but Iman had already made up his mind.
He walked in, took his keys, and told her:

“I want my house back. You need to leave… today.”

Shayla stood there speechless — shaking, hurt, and in total shock.
But the REAL drama starts after this moment…

Shayla’s hands were shaking as she stood at the doorway. She had rehearsed this moment a hundred times, hoping maybe — just maybe — Iman would hear her out.

She wasn’t ready to lose everything.
Not the relationship.
Not the home.
Not the life she helped build.

But Iman walked in calm, cold… and completely checked out.

Shayla:
“Iman… please. Just listen to me before you make any final decision.”

Iman didn’t even sit down. He kept standing, arms crossed.

Iman:
“Shayla, we’ve talked enough. Nothing is changing.”

Shayla felt her chest tighten.

Shayla:
“I know I made mistakes. I know things got messy. But this? Throwing me out? This is not you… please.”

Iman shook his head slowly.

Iman:
“You don’t get it. I’m done being stressed every day. I’m done repeating myself. I’m done pretending we’re good when we’re not.”

Shayla’s voice cracked.

Shayla:
“So that’s it? This is really how you want it to end?”

Iman sighed — a long, tired sigh.

Iman:
“You need to pack your things, Shayla. I want my house back.”

Shayla froze.

Shayla:
“Your… house? Iman, I’ve lived here for years. THIS is home.”

Iman:
“It WAS. Not anymore. I already talked to the landlord. The lease is back in my name. You need to be out by tonight.”

Shayla’s legs went weak.

Shayla:
“You’re putting me out on the street? After everything we went through? After everything I did for you?”

Iman looked away — not out of guilt, but out of frustration.

Iman:
“I don’t want to keep hurting you. I don’t want to keep arguing. We’re toxic, Shayla. I’m ending it before it gets worse.”

Shayla stepped closer, tears falling.

Shayla:
“Iman, look at me. Don’t let Delicia ruin this. Don’t let lies separate us. We can fix this!”

The name “Delicia” made Iman snap.

Iman:
“STOP! Stop blaming Delicia for everything! This is about YOU. Your attitude. Your jealousy. Your constant fighting. I’m done.”

Shayla stumbled back like she’d been hit.

Shayla:
“So she wins… and I lose? Just like that?”

Iman:
“This isn’t a game. I’m choosing peace. And that peace does not include you anymore.”

Those words shattered her completely.

Shayla wiped her tears with shaking hands.

Shayla:
“Iman… I loved you. Even when you didn’t deserve it.”

Iman didn’t answer. He walked toward the door, opened it, and pointed outside.

Iman:
“Please leave. Let’s not make this uglier than it already is.”

Shayla looked around the house — their memories, their life, every corner full of moments.

And slowly… painfully… she picked up her bag and walked out.

As the door closed behind her, Shayla whispered:

Shayla:
“You’ll regret this, Iman…
Maybe not today.
But one day you will.”

Inside, Iman leaned against the wall, breathing heavily…
His expression wasn’t cold anymore.

It was conflicted.

He made his choice.
But even he wasn't sure if it was the right one.