Shayla Last Attempt: Iman kicked Shayla out of her house and took his house back from her.😱
💥 HEARTBREAKING TWIST: “Shayla’s Last Attempt — Iman Kicks Her Out of Her Own House and Takes His House Back! You Won’t Believe What Happened!” 😱💔
The rain was pouring hard the night everything fell apart. Shayla stood outside the house—the house she believed would be her forever home—holding onto the railing like it was the only thing keeping her upright. Her eyes were swollen, makeup smeared, her heart pounding against her ribs.
She had come for one last attempt.
One last conversation.
One last chance to fix everything between her and Iman.
But nothing could’ve prepared her for what he was about to do.
🔥 THE LAST ATTEMPT
Shayla knocked softly on the door, shivering. She knew Iman was inside—she saw his car parked crookedly in the driveway, lights on in the living room. After a few seconds, the door opened.
Iman stood there, stone-faced, cold, almost irritated.
“What do you want, Shayla?” he said, voice flat.
Shayla swallowed hard, trying not to cry. “Can we please talk? Just… one more time. I need closure.”
He sighed loudly and stepped back. “Fine. Come in. But make it quick.”
That was her first warning sign.
Inside, the house still smelled like her candles. Her shoes were still by the door. Her pictures were still on the wall. But the energy?
It felt like a stranger lived there now.
Shayla sat on the couch, trembling. “Iman… we’ve been together too long to end like this. Can we just talk about what went wrong?”
Iman crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. “I told you already, Shayla. It wasn’t working. You keep dragging this out.”
She felt her chest tighten. “Dragging it out? I’m trying to save something real.”
He rolled his eyes. “Real? You and your emotions always make everything dramatic.”
Shayla closed her eyes, hurt slicing deeper. “Iman, please. Just tell me what you want.”
That was when he said it.
“I want you gone.”
Shayla froze. “…Gone? From where?”
“From this house,” he said bluntly. “I want you out. Tonight.”
Her heart dropped like a stone. “Iman… what are you talking about? I live here too. You gave me this house.”
His voice sharpened. “No. I LET you stay here. But this is MY house, Shayla. And I’m taking it back.”
Shayla felt the breath leave her lungs. “You’re kicking me out? At 9 PM? In the rain?”
He shrugged.
“That’s not my problem anymore.”
💔 SHAYLA BREAKS DOWN — BUT IMAN DOESN’T CARE
She stood up slowly, hands shaking. “Iman… you can’t do this. I have nowhere to go. All my things are here.”
He pointed toward the door. “Then start packing.”
A tear slipped down her cheek. “Please… I don’t want it to end like this.”
Iman’s jaw clenched. “Shayla, you should’ve thought about that before the lies, before the drama with Delicia, before everything else. I’m done.”
She tried one last time, voice trembling.
“Iman… I loved you. I still do.”
Iman didn’t even blink. “Love isn’t enough.”
Those three words shattered her.
Shayla felt the room spin as she walked to the bedroom—the bedroom where they shared years of memories—now cold and unfamiliar. She grabbed a small bag, stuffing in whatever clothes she could find while her tears fell onto everything she touched.
Every picture she picked up…
Every note in his handwriting…
Every memory in that house…
It all felt like knives.
When she returned to the living room, Iman stood by the door holding it open, impatient.
“You’re really kicking me out like I’m nothing?” she whispered.
“If you want to stay until tomorrow morning,” he said, “you’ll need to pay rent.”
Shayla blinked. “…Rent? Are you serious?”
“Dead serious.”
That was the moment she realized the man she loved was truly gone.
🔥 OUT OF THE HOUSE — INTO THE RAIN
She took one step outside into the pouring rain.
Another step.
Another.
She turned around, hoping—PRAYING—he would call her back. Tell her he didn’t mean it. Tell her to come inside. Tell her something… anything.
But the door slammed shut.
And locked.
Shayla broke. Right there on the porch, soaked, shaking, crying so hard she could barely breathe.
This wasn’t heartbreak.
This was cruelty.
💥 THE FINAL BLOW
But just when she thought nothing could hurt more…
Iman opened the door again.
For a split second, her heart lifted—maybe he regretted it—
But he didn’t even look at her.
He tossed a small envelope onto the ground.
“Your name isn’t on anything,” he said coldly. “Don’t come back.”
Then he closed the door again.
This time…
It stayed closed for good
💔 SHAYLA WALKS AWAY
Shayla picked up the wet envelope, wiping rain from it, even though she already knew what was inside:
Papers.
Documents.
Proof she had nothing left in that house.
She walked down the driveway with trembling steps—cold, alone, heartbroken—her entire world crashing behind her as Iman’s lights turned off one by one.
What started as her last attempt…
Turned into her last night in the home she once believed belonged to them both.
But deep inside her chest—under all the pain, betrayal, and humiliation—something new started forming.
Not hope.
Not anger.
But strength.
Because Shayla understood one thing:
This wasn’t her ending.
This was her rebirth.
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