Anthony revealed to Amber that Shayla came into his house while he was drunk 😱

Sure! Here's a long, dramatic, and emotionally charged conversation between Anthony and Amber after Anthony reveals that Shayla came into his house while he was drunk. The setting assumes Amber and Anthony are in a private, tense moment—perhaps in Anthony’s living room the day after he confesses.

Amber:
Wait. Say that again? Slower this time. I need to make sure I heard you right.

Anthony:
(looks down, avoids eye contact)
Shayla... she came over that night. The night I got really drunk. I didn't invite her—at least, not that I remember. But she was there. In my house.

Amber:
(sits back in disbelief, eyes wide)
Are you kidding me right now? You let her in? After everything you know about how I feel about her?

Anthony:
I didn’t let her in. I don’t even remember unlocking the door. I was wasted. I barely remember anything after that second bottle. But I came to and she was just... there. Sitting on the edge of the couch like she belonged.

Amber:
(sarcastically)
Oh, perfect. Just cozying up in your house while you’re blacked out. That’s not suspicious at all.

Anthony:
I swear to you, nothing happened. I didn’t touch her. I didn’t want her there. I didn’t even know until I woke up to her making coffee in my kitchen like it was some kind of sleepover.

Amber:
(voice rising)
Why would she even come over, Anthony? What does that say to you? That’s not normal! She doesn’t “just show up.” She knew exactly what she was doing.

Anthony:
I know. I know it looks bad. I feel sick even telling you this. But I couldn’t lie to you about it. I needed to be honest before someone else twisted it into something worse.

Amber:
(takes a shaky breath)
Did you tell her to leave?

Anthony:
The second I realized what was going on, yeah. I told her to get out. She acted like I was being dramatic. Like we were close or something. Like she thought I’d want her there.

Amber:
And you don’t know how she got in?

Anthony:
No. I checked the door—no sign of forced entry. Maybe I left it unlocked, I don’t know. I was drunk and careless. That’s on me.

Amber:
So let me get this straight... You get wasted alone, and Shayla, of all people, just happens to show up at your door like some guardian angel in heels?

Anthony:
It wasn’t like that. She didn’t help me. She was taking advantage of the situation, and I see that now. I should’ve never let myself get to that point in the first place.

Amber:
You think she was taking advantage? Anthony, this isn’t the first time she’s crossed the line. She flirts with you when I’m not around. She’s manipulative. And now she’s walking into your home while you’re unconscious? That’s a violation.

Anthony:
I agree. 100%. And that’s why I’m cutting her off. For good. No texts. No visits. Nothing. I’m blocking her. I just—I need you to believe that I didn’t want this.

Amber:
(silent for a long moment, then looks him dead in the eye)
I want to believe you. I really do. But this crossed a line. You can’t get that drunk again. You can’t leave doors unlocked, literally or metaphorically.

Anthony:
I know. I’m going to do better. I promise you that. I messed up, but I won’t let this be the end of us. Please don’t let her win by walking away from me.

Amber:
(voice softens, but still firm)
She won’t win. But if there’s ever a next time—if she shows up again and you don’t shut it down immediately—I will be gone, Anthony. No hesitation.

Anthony:
Understood. I won’t let it get that far ever again. You’re all I care about, Amber. I swear.

Amber:
You’ve got one shot left with me. Don’t waste it.