"Shayla Found Anthony at Amber’s… What She Did Next Shocked Everyone 😱"

"Shayla Found Anthony at Amber’s… What She Did Next Shocked Everyone 😱" 

Amber:
Shayla? Uh… hey. What are you doing here?

Shayla:
Cut the crap, Amber. Is he here?

Amber:
I—who?

Shayla (pushing past her):
Don’t play dumb. I saw his car outside. Where is he?

Amber (nervous):
Look, Shayla, it’s not what you think—

Shayla (already walking through the apartment):
Really? Then why is Anthony’s hoodie on your couch?

[Anthony steps out of the hallway in a t-shirt, his expression stunned.]

Anthony:
Shayla?! What the hell—how did you—

Shayla (turning to him):
I followed your location. You forgot I still have access to your FindMy.

Anthony:
This is not what it looks like.

Shayla:
Then what is it? Because I’m standing in your ex-girlfriend’s apartment, and you’re half-dressed like you’ve been here all day.

Amber (softly):
Shayla, I didn’t mean for this to happen. We were just… talking at first.

Shayla (to Anthony):
So this is why you’ve been “too tired” to meet my parents? Why you cancel dinner two nights in a row?

Anthony (defensive):
It wasn’t like that! I just—things have been off between us. You know that.

Shayla:
So instead of talking to me, you run back to someone you already left once? That’s real mature.

Amber:
Shayla, I didn’t plan this, okay? He showed up last week and said he was confused, that he needed someone to talk to.

Shayla (tears brimming, voice cracking):
You know what hurts the most? I defended you, Anthony. When my friends warned me, I said, “No, he’s not like that.” God, I feel stupid.

Anthony:
You're not stupid. You're amazing. I just—I'm lost. And I didn't want to hurt you.

Shayla (coldly):
You didn't want to hurt me? You chose to.

Amber:
Shayla, if I had known you two were still serious, I wouldn’t have let him stay—

Shayla:
You knew. Don’t insult me.

[Silence. Shayla looks at Anthony for a long second.]

Shayla:
You know what? I’m done crying over people who treat me like I’m disposable.

Anthony:
Wait, Shayla—please—

Shayla (grabbing her phone):
Don’t. I’m not here to fight. I’m here to say goodbye.

[She turns toward the door, but before leaving, she pauses.]

Shayla:
One last thing. You left your laptop at my place. I opened it. That folder labeled “Old Projects”? Yeah. Not so old.

[Anthony's face drains of color.]

Anthony:
You—wait. You went through—

Shayla (coolly):
I know about the texts. And the photos. And the video you never deleted from the weekend we were in New York. The one where you told me I was “it” for you.

Amber:
Oh my God…

Shayla:
I’ll be sending those to myself. Then deleting them from your drive. You don’t get to keep memories you don’t respect.

[She opens the door, but turns one last time.]

Shayla (smiling, through the tears):
Hope the past works out better for you than the future you threw away.

[She walks out, slamming the door behind her. Amber sinks onto the couch. Anthony just stares after her, silent.]