Anthony intercepted Shayla and Mike's messages on Shayla's mobile phone.😱

  Anthony intercepted Shayla and Mike's messages on Shayla's mobile phone.😱

Shayla:
Hey babe, I just picked up some Thai—
Wait… what are you doing with my phone?

Anthony (coldly):
Just catching up on some reading. You know, bedtime stories.
You and Mike have been busy, haven’t you?

Shayla (freezes):
Anthony, I can explain—

Anthony:
Explain what? The “I miss you too 😘” or the “Last night felt right”?
Because I’m not sure which chapter I should be more insulted by.

Shayla (quietly):
It wasn’t what it looked like…

Anthony (laughs bitterly):
That line’s so old it should be retired with a pension.
Shayla, are you sleeping with him?

Shayla:
It wasn’t supposed to happen. It was one night. A mistake.
I was drunk, I was upset—you were pulling away and I felt—

Anthony:
So your solution was to crawl into Mike’s bed?
Mike, my friend since college? My groomsman?

Shayla (teary):
He was there. I was vulnerable. It wasn’t premeditated.
It just… spiraled. I didn’t mean to hurt you.

Anthony:
You didn’t mean to hurt me?
Shayla, it’s not just about what happened. It’s about the lie.
You smiled in my face. You laid next to me knowing damn well what you’d done.

Shayla:
I thought if I could just bury it—if I could move on—
But then Mike kept texting, and I didn’t want you to find out this way.

Anthony:
How long?

Shayla:
A few weeks. We stopped. I swear. It was over before you saw anything.

Anthony:
But the messages were still coming. Still flirty. Still secret.

Shayla (sits down, defeated):
I don’t know what I was thinking. I was afraid you’d leave.

Anthony:
You should’ve been afraid before you betrayed me.

Shayla:
Do you still love me?

Anthony (pauses):
That’s the worst part.
I do.
But I can’t trust you.
And without trust, love is just a slow death.

Shayla (whispers):
I’m sorry…

Anthony:
So am I.

[Long silence. Anthony sets the phone down gently on the table and walks toward the door.]

Anthony (turning back):
You and Mike deserve each other.
But I deserved honesty.

[He leaves. Shayla sits alone, the weight of the moment settling over her.]