C'''🔥Iman Kick Shayla Out of the House HE Paid For! and gave it Delicia!😱 Full Skit Below 👇
🔥Iman Kick Shayla Out of the House HE Paid For! and gave it Delicia! 😱
🔥 DRAMA UNFOLDS — FULL CONVERSATION
Scene: Inside the living room. Suitcases are scattered everywhere. Shayla is pacing. Iman stands by the doorway. Delicia leans on the staircase with her arms folded.
Shayla:
Iman… what is this? Why are my bags packed? Tell me this is a joke.
Iman:
Shayla, I told you we needed to talk. You didn’t wanna listen. So here we are.
Shayla:
No, you didn’t wanna listen. You’ve been cold for weeks and now suddenly my stuff is at the door? Be serious.
Delicia (smirking):
He’s being serious. Extremely serious.
Shayla (eyes narrowing):
Delicia, don’t start. This is between me and Iman.
Iman:
Shayla, look… I paid for this house. Every brick, every tile, every light bill. And I can’t keep living in chaos.
Shayla:
Chaos?! Because I wanted loyalty? Because I asked you why you were coming home at 3AM? THAT’S chaos?
Delicia:
You acted like his mother, not his partner.
Shayla:
Girl, I wasn’t talking to you.
Iman:
Enough. Look, I tried. But the disrespect, the arguing, the constant accusing—I'm tired. I need peace.
Shayla:
Peace? So you kick me out for HER? HER, Iman? Really?
Delicia (flipping hair):
Don’t be mad at me because I bring peace and a matching energy.
Shayla:
Matching energy? You been trying to replace me since day ONE. Don’t act brand new.
Iman:
Shayla… the decision is made. I’m giving the house to Delicia. You can stay with your sister until you figure things out.
Shayla (laughs in disbelief):
Wow. Woooow. So the woman who helped you build EVERYTHING, who had your back when you were broke, who bought you food when your card declined—gets thrown out. For a woman who showed up last year? That’s insane.
Iman (softening a little):
I appreciate what you did. I really do. But we’re not working anymore.
Shayla:
So you just gonna replace me like an old phone?
Delicia:
A cracked phone. With no warranty.
Shayla (lunges slightly):
Say that again and see what happens.
Iman (blocking her):
Stop! Nobody’s fighting in my house.
Shayla:
YOUR house. Right. Crystal clear now.
Iman:
I’ll help you move your stuff to your car. Let’s keep it calm.
Shayla:
Iman… I loved you. And this is what I get?
Iman (looking away):
Sometimes love isn’t enough.
Delicia (quietly to Iman):
You’re doing the right thing.
Shayla (hearing it):
Of course you think that. You won.
Delicia:
Nobody “won.” Iman chose peace.
Shayla:
No. He chose convenience.
Iman:
Shayla… I’m sorry. But it’s time.
Shayla (grabs her last suitcase):
Fine. But remember something, both of you—karma don’t miss NOBODY.
Delicia (whispers):
We’ll take the risk.
Shayla (pauses at the door, tears forming):
Good luck. Y’all gon’ need it.
Shayla walks out. The door closes. Delicia turns to Iman with a proud smile.
Delicia:
So… what room is mine?
Iman (exhausted):
We’ll figure it out. Just give me a minute.
Lights fade. Drama far from over.
🔥 FINAL ENDING — “THE DOOR CLOSES, BUT NOT THE STORY”
Scene: Two weeks later. The house is quiet. Iman sits alone in the living room.
The walls feel empty. Even with Delicia’s decorations, everything seems… wrong.
Delicia (walking in):
You look stressed. What’s wrong now?
Iman:
Nothing. Just thinking.
Delicia:
About HER again?
Iman (closing his eyes):
I didn’t say that.
Delicia:
You don’t have to. You’ve been distant for days. This was supposed to be a new beginning.
Iman:
It doesn’t feel like one.
Delicia (crossing her arms):
So now you regret choosing me?
Iman (quietly):
I regret how I handled everything.
Delicia:
You know what? I’m not doing this. I’m not living in the shadow of your ex. If you miss her, go get her. I’m not forcing this.
She grabs her coat and storms out the front door.
The house falls silent again.
Iman sits there… finally facing the truth.
CUT TO: Outside, Shayla walking home from the grocery store.
She looks calmer, lighter. Healing.
Iman approaches slowly.
Iman:
Shayla… can we talk?
She sets her bags down. Looks him straight in the eyes — not angry, not hurt, just done.
Shayla:
Talk about what?
Iman:
About us.
Shayla (shaking her head):
There is no us, Iman. You made sure of that.
Iman:
I know. I messed up. I should’ve handled things differently. I shouldn’t have hurt you like that. I wanted peace… but I ended up losing the only person who ever gave me real love.
Shayla:
Iman… I forgive you. But forgiveness isn’t the same as going back.
Iman (voice cracking):
Can we at least try—
Shayla:
No. Because for the first time in a long time… I’m choosing me.
And that’s the peace I needed.
She picks up her grocery bags, gives him one last soft smile, and turns away.
Iman watches her walk off — realizing he can’t follow this time.
FINAL SHOT
Shayla walking toward a bright street.
Iman standing alone in the dim front yard.
Two paths, no longer connected.
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