After Shayla apologized, Lauren told her everything about Iman and delicia. What happend next! 😱 Full Story Below 👇
After Shayla apologized, Lauren told her everything about Iman and delicia. What happend next! 😱
Lauren:
…So yeah. That’s everything. Iman didn’t just talk to Delicia—he was sneaking around with her for weeks.
Shayla:
Weeks?!
Lauren, are you serious right now?
Lauren:
Dead serious. I saw the messages. Voice notes. Inside jokes. All of it.
Shayla:
Nah. Because last month he was acting all holy like, “I hate drama, I hate messy people.”
Meanwhile he is the drama.
Lauren:
Exactly. And Delicia knew about me. That’s the wildest part.
Shayla:
Wait—she KNEW knew? Or like… “heard a rumor” knew?
Lauren:
No. KNEW.
She asked him, “So what about Lauren?”
Shayla:
Oh my—
So she still went through with it???
Lauren:
Mhm. And he told her, “It’s complicated.”
Shayla:
That phrase needs to be illegal.
Lauren:
I swear. Every time a man says that, someone’s about to get hurt.
Shayla:
I’m actually shaking for you right now.
And I’m mad at myself too… because I defended Delicia before.
Lauren:
You didn’t know. Don’t do that.
Shayla:
Still. I feel stupid.
Lauren:
You’re not stupid. They were just good liars.
(There’s a pause. Shayla exhales hard.)
Shayla:
So what happened when you confronted him?
Lauren:
At first? He denied it. Straight face.
Told me I was “overthinking.”
Shayla:
Classic gaslight starter pack.
Lauren:
Then I pulled out my phone and played the voice note.
Shayla:
OH???
Lauren:
His face dropped.
Like… color drained. Silence.
Shayla:
As it should.
Lauren:
And then he had the nerve to say,
“I didn’t think it would hurt you this much.”
Shayla:
I—
So he thought you’d just be like “aww okay”???
Lauren:
Apparently.
And guess what Delicia did when I texted her?
Shayla:
Don’t tell me she played victim.
Lauren:
Worse.
She left me on read for two hours…
then sent: “I didn’t owe you loyalty, Iman did.”
Shayla:
NAH.
That’s cold. That’s calculated.
Lauren:
Right??? Like yes, he’s the main problem—but don’t pretend you’re innocent.
Shayla:
That’s snake behavior.
(Lauren’s phone buzzes.)
Lauren:
…Speaking of the devil.
Shayla:
Who?
Lauren:
Iman.
Shayla:
Oh hell no.
What does he want now?
Lauren:
He says he wants to “explain in person.”
Shayla:
Explain WHAT?
There’s nothing left to explain unless he’s bringing an apology, accountability, and a time machine.
Lauren:
I know.
But part of me wants to hear how stupid it’s about to sound.
Shayla:
I’ll come with you if you want.
Lauren:
Thank you. I might need backup.
(Another buzz.)
Lauren:
…And now Delicia just texted.
Shayla:
READ IT. OUT. LOUD.
Lauren:
“She didn’t mean for it to get so deep.”
Shayla:
Oh my GOD.
“It just happened,” right?
Lauren:
Basically.
I’m so tired, Shayla.
Shayla:
I know.
But listen to me—this? This is clarity. Painful, but clear.
Lauren:
Yeah…
Shayla:
And I need you to hear this too:
You didn’t lose them.
They lost you.
(Lauren goes quiet for a second.)
Lauren:
Thank you… for believing me.
And for not minimizing it.
Shayla:
Always.
And for what it’s worth—I'm really glad we talked. I should’ve sooner.
Lauren:
Me too.
(Lauren locks her phone.)
Lauren:
I’m not meeting him.
Shayla:
Period.
Lauren:
If he couldn’t be honest when it mattered, he doesn’t deserve another moment.
Shayla:
That’s growth right there.
Lauren:
And Delicia?
Shayla:
Let her live with her choices.
People like that always trip over their own lies eventually.
Lauren:
You’re right.
(They sit in silence for a beat—then Shayla smirks.)
Shayla:
Okay… but when this all blows up—and it WILL—
don’t forget who was on your couch when the tea spilled.
Lauren:
Oh trust me.
You’re not going anywhere.
😮💨🔥
Lauren:
I think… this is where I stop chasing answers.
Shayla:
That’s not giving up. That’s choosing peace.
Lauren:
Yeah.
I blocked them both.
Shayla:
Good.
Lauren:
It hurts, but it’s quiet now.
No more wondering. No more waiting for explanations that don’t change anything.
Shayla:
I’m proud of you.
Lauren:
I used to think endings had to be loud to be real.
But this one?
This one feels final.
Shayla:
Because you closed it—not them.
(Lauren leans back, eyes closed, breathing steady.)
Lauren:
Tomorrow I’ll still wake up as me.
And they’ll still be… them.
Shayla:
Exactly.
Lauren:
Thank you for staying.
Shayla:
Always.
(Lauren’s phone lights up one last time. She doesn’t look.)
Lauren:
Some doors don’t need to be reopened.
Shayla:
And some lessons don’t need a sequel.
(Lauren smiles—small, but real.)

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