Shayla Overhears Delicia Telling Her Daughter About Her & Iman 😮 Swipe Up For Full Video
Shayla Overhears Delicia Telling Her Daughter About Her & Iman 😮
The Calm Before the Storm
Shayla wasn’t expecting the day to turn into a heartbreak tornado. She woke up thinking she’d just stop by Delicia’s place to drop off a few things she borrowed weeks ago. There was no drama on her mind, no suspicion, no warning. In Shayla’s world, Delicia was still her friend — her sister-from-another-mister — the one person she’d never imagine would betray her.
Iman? Well, that was a different wound. The breakup still felt fresh, but Shayla believed he just wanted “space,” maybe a reset, maybe time to figure things out.
What she did not know was that the universe had a plot twist waiting behind Delicia’s living room door.
A Voice She Wasn’t Meant to Hear
Shayla knocked, but no one came. The door was slightly cracked open, so she figured Delicia was busy in the kitchen or on the phone. She stepped inside slowly, about to call her name — but stopped.
She heard Delicia’s voice.
Not soft.
Not casual.
Not innocent.
It was the tone people use when they’re finally ready to confess something big.
Shayla froze.
Her eyes widened.
Her stomach dropped.
She leaned closer, hiding herself behind the wall that separated the hallway from the living room.
And then… she heard Iman’s name.
“Baby… I Need to Tell You Something About Mommy and Iman.”
Delicia’s daughter asked a simple question:
“Mommy, why was Iman here again yesterday?”
Delicia took a deep breath — the deep kind a person takes before telling a truth they’ve been running from.
“Honey,” she whispered, “I need to tell you something about me and Iman.”
Shayla’s hand flew to her mouth.
Her body shook.
Her heart started pounding in her ears.
Because now she knew — this wasn’t about Iman stopping by as a friend.
This was about her best friend and her ex.
And they had been hiding something.
The Confession That Broke Everything
Delicia continued:
“Me and Iman… we’re together now.”
The words sliced through the air like knives.
Shayla could barely breathe.
The hallway felt smaller.
The oxygen felt thin.
Her mind raced back through every moment of the past few weeks — the canceled plans, the late replies, the awkward pauses from both of them. Suddenly everything made sense.
But hearing it was different.
Hearing it was betrayal.
Hearing it was pain with a heartbeat.
Delicia wasn’t whispering anymore. She sounded relieved, almost lighter — as if confessing this secret to her daughter lifted a weight she’d been carrying.
Meanwhile, Shayla’s world was collapsing behind the wall.
The Conversation Continues
“Are you going to tell Auntie Shayla?” her daughter asked.
Shayla pressed her back against the wall, tears pooling in her eyes.
Delicia sighed.
“I don’t know yet. I don’t want to hurt her. But… me and Iman didn’t expect this to happen. It just — happened.”
That sentence hit Shayla harder than anything else.
It just happened.
That’s what people say when they don’t want to take responsibility.
That’s what people say when they’ve already made their choice.
That’s what people say when they never planned to tell you in the first place.
Shayla’s Heart Can’t Take Anymore
The betrayal felt like fire burning inside her chest. Shayla wasn’t just hurt — she felt replaced, blindsided, and humiliated all at once.
She covered her mouth to keep from making a sound, but it was too late.
A tear dropped.
And then another.
One hit the wooden floor.
Delicia’s daughter heard something and looked toward the hallway.
“Mommy… I think someone’s here.”
Shayla quickly stepped back, but it was too late.
Delicia stood up, walked around the corner, and locked eyes with her.
The shock on Delicia’s face was instant.
The pain on Shayla’s was louder.
Their friendship, their trust, their history — everything changed in that single moment.
Face-to-Face With the Truth
“Shayla?… Shayla, wait — I can explain,” Delicia stuttered, stepping forward.
Shayla stepped back.
Her voice shaky, quiet, but sharp like broken glass:
“You were never going to tell me, were you?”
Delicia froze. “I—I didn’t know how.”
Shayla’s tears finally broke free.
“You didn’t know how? Or you didn’t want to? You were my friend, Delicia. My sister. And he… he was my heart.”
Delicia tried to reach out but Shayla pulled away.
Her voice cracked again:
“You both lied to me. You both let me walk around thinking we were all okay. You both let me cry over him — while you were holding him behind my back.”
Delicia had no comeback.
Because everything Shayla said was true.
Shayla Walks Away
After a long silence, Shayla wiped her tears and looked Delicia in the eyes one last time.
“I hope he was worth losing me,” she whispered.
Delicia’s face fell.
Shayla didn’t wait for an answer. She turned, walked out the front door, and closed it gently — but the sound echoed like thunder through the whole house.
Her heart was shattered, yes.
But something new was awake inside her:
Strength.
Self-respect.
A fire she didn’t know she needed.
Iman Has No Idea What’s Coming
As Shayla walked down the street, she wasn’t thinking about revenge… but she wasn’t thinking about forgiveness either.
Iman had no idea she now knew the truth.
And when she finally faced him?
It wasn’t going to be pretty.
Because this wasn’t just a breakup anymore.
This was betrayal from the two people she trusted the most.
And Shayla?
She was done being quiet.