🔥"Finally, Iman tells Shayla the truth about himself and Delicia."😱 Full suspenseful skit below👇

 🔥"Finally, Iman tells Shayla the truth about himself and Delicia."😱

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Shayla:
You’ve been quiet all night. Like… scary quiet.
What’s going on?

Iman:
I’ve been trying to figure out how to say this without blowing everything up.

Shayla:
That sentence alone just blew everything up.
Say it.

Iman:
Shayla… before I met you, my life wasn’t clean. It wasn’t simple.
And Delicia—she wasn’t just someone I used to know.

Shayla:
…Iman.
What does that mean?

Iman:
It means I lied by omission.
And every day I didn’t tell you, it got heavier.

Shayla:
So tell me now.
Please don’t make me guess.

Iman:
Delicia and I were together for five years.

Shayla:
Five—
Okay. That’s not great, but that’s not exactly—

Iman:
We were engaged.

Shayla:
…
What?

Iman:
Yeah.
Engaged. Rings, plans, families involved. The whole thing.

Shayla:
You told me she was “someone from your past.”
You made her sound like a footnote.

Iman:
Because I was afraid if I told you the truth, you’d walk away before you ever really knew me.

Shayla:
And now I’m finding out after I fell for you.

Iman:
That wasn’t the plan.
I swear to you, that wasn’t the plan.

Shayla:
Then what was the plan, Iman?

Iman:
To protect what we were building.
To make sure my past didn’t poison it.

Shayla:
You don’t protect something by lying to it.

Iman:
I know.
I know that now.

Shayla:
Why did you and Delicia break up?

Iman:
Because I wasn’t honest with myself back then either.
I stayed because it was safe. Because it made sense on paper.
But I was slowly disappearing inside that relationship.

Shayla:
And she knows about me?

Iman:
Yes.

Shayla:
Since when?

Iman:
Since the night she showed up at the café.

Shayla:
That was her?!

Iman:
I didn’t expect to see her.
I froze. And instead of telling you the truth, I chose silence.

Shayla:
So every smile that night…
Every “it’s nothing”…
You were carrying this?

Iman:
I was terrified.

Shayla:
Of what?
Losing me?

Iman:
Of proving that I don’t deserve you.

Shayla:
You don’t get to decide that for me.

Iman:
You’re right.
And that’s why I’m telling you now—even if it costs me everything.

Shayla:
Is there anything still going on between you and her?

Iman:
No.
What we had is over. Completely.
What scared me wasn’t my feelings for her…
It was how real my feelings for you became.

Shayla:
You should’ve trusted me with that.

Iman:
I should have.
And I’m sorry doesn’t feel big enough, but it’s all I’ve got.

Shayla:
I need time.

Iman:
I’ll give you all the time you need.

Shayla:
Because right now, I don’t know if I’m hurt…
or angry…
or just scared that I don’t actually know the man I fell for.

Iman:
If you walk away, I’ll understand.
But if you stay…
I promise you’ll never have to ask me for the truth again.

Shayla:
…You really messed this up.

Iman:
I know.

Shayla:
But you finally told me.
And that has to count for something.

Iman:
It counts for everything to me.

Shayla:
I need you to understand something, Iman.
It’s not just that you were engaged.

Iman:
Then tell me. I’m listening.

Shayla:
It’s that you looked me in the eyes and let me believe I was crazy for feeling something was off.

Iman:
I never meant to gaslight you.

Shayla:
Intent doesn’t erase impact.

Iman:
…You’re right.

Shayla:
I trusted you with the softest parts of me.
And you stood there holding a truth that could’ve shattered me—and chose comfort instead.

Iman:
I chose fear.
And it cost me your trust.

Shayla:
Do you still love her?

Iman:
No.
But I respect what she meant to my life.
And I hate that my silence made her a ghost between us.

Shayla:
That ghost is loud, Iman.

Iman:
Then let me face it.
Let me face you.

Shayla:
Why now?

Iman:
Because I saw you packing your books tonight.
Not running—preparing.
And I realized I was about to lose you quietly… the same way I lost myself before.

Shayla:
I wasn’t planning to disappear.
I just needed air.

Iman:
And I should’ve given it to you—without secrets attached.

Shayla:
I don’t know if I can go back to what we were.

Iman:
Then don’t.
Let’s start somewhere honest—even if it’s fragile.

Shayla:
You’re asking me to rebuild on a crack.

Iman:
I’m asking you to decide if I’m worth the repair.

(A long silence. Shayla exhales slowly.)

Shayla:
I loved the man I thought you were.

Iman:
I’m still him.
Just… flawed.
Just real.

Shayla:
Real hurts.

Iman:
So does pretending.

Shayla:
I need one thing if I’m going to even consider staying.

Iman:
Anything.

Shayla:
No more shadows.
If Delicia texts, calls, shows up—
I hear it from you. Immediately.

Iman:
You won’t hear it secondhand. Ever.

Shayla:
And if I wake up tomorrow and decide I can’t do this?

Iman:
I’ll let you go with honesty instead of excuses.

(She nods, eyes glassy but steady.)

Shayla:
I’m not forgiving you tonight.

Iman:
I’m not asking you to.

Shayla:
But… I’m not walking away either.

(Iman lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.)

Iman:
Thank you—for giving me a chance I didn’t earn.

Shayla:
Don’t thank me yet.
This is the hardest part.

Iman:
Then I’ll stay.
For all of it.

(She turns toward the door, pauses.)

Shayla:
Iman?

Iman:
Yeah?

Shayla:
If you ever make me doubt my intuition again…
I won’t ask questions.
I’ll just leave.

Iman:
Fair.

(She exits. The door closes softly—but not like an ending. Like a warning.)