S..Anthony Accidentally Catches Shayla’s “Stress Relief” Moment with Iman😱

 Anthony Accidentally Catches Shayla’s “Stress Relief” Moment with Iman😱 

 The Wrong Door

Anthony had always been the quiet one in the friend group — chill, respectful, and almost too trusting. That’s why when Shayla, his long-time crush and close friend, said she needed to “use his studio to blow off some steam,” he didn’t think twice.

She’d been stressed lately — new job, family drama, the whole nine yards. Anthony just figured she needed a little time alone to play piano, journal, whatever she usually did to decompress.

He handed her the spare key and went out to run errands.

But when he got back earlier than expected — about an hour before she said she’d be done — things took a sharp turn.

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The Door That Should’ve Stayed Closed

Anthony pushed open the door to his studio, humming, carrying two iced coffees.

What he heard first stopped him cold — low laughter, hushed whispers, and a sound that made his stomach twist before his mind caught up.

Then, what he saw:

Shayla — hair messy, breathless — and Iman, his producer and closest collaborator, entangled on the studio couch.

For a moment, nobody moved. The air turned to concrete.

Shayla’s eyes went wide, mouth open but no words forming. Iman froze halfway through standing up, guilt written all over his face.

The coffee cups hit the floor before Anthony even realized he’d dropped them.

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The Confrontation

“Yo… what the hell is this?” Anthony managed to say, voice tight.

Shayla stammered, “Anthony, it’s not — it’s not what it looks like—”

He laughed, sharp and bitter. “Shayla, it’s exactly what it looks like.”

Iman stepped forward, hands raised like that would somehow fix it. “Bro, we didn’t plan for this to happen, it just—”

Anthony cut him off. “You didn’t plan to hook up with my friend in my studio?”

The tension was thick enough to choke on.

Shayla finally stood, tears in her eyes. “I just… I needed to feel something normal. You’ve been distant, and I—”

Anthony blinked, confusion slicing through the anger. “Distant? I gave you space. I literally gave you my keys.”

There was nothing left to say after that.

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The Aftermath

Anthony walked out — left them both there, door wide open.
That night, the group chat went silent. Nobody knew what to say.

Shayla sent him a long message the next day — paragraphs of apology, explanation, guilt. He never replied.

Iman showed up a week later, trying to talk things out, but the partnership was done.
The beats they used to make together now felt like ghosts.

And Shayla? She stopped showing up to their usual hangouts altogether.

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Epilogue

Months later, Anthony dropped a new track titled “Open Door.”

It was raw — heartbreak over lo-fi drums and an aching piano loop.
Fans said it sounded like grief learning to breathe again.

Shayla heard it too.
She knew every note was a piece of what he saw that day.

And though she wished she could take it back, some doors — once opened — can never be closed.