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Shayla Finds Out Iman Is After Her Friend & Decides to Shut It Down at His House Tonight! 😮

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1. The Calm Before the Emotional Storm

Shayla wasn’t expecting her evening to take a wild turn. She and Delicia were lounging in Shayla’s living room, trying to decompress after a long day. The scent of vanilla candles drifted through the apartment, the TV played softly in the background, and everything felt peaceful—until Shayla’s phone buzzed. One message. One screenshot. One truth that flipped her entire mood inside out.

Her eyes narrowed as she stared at the screen, and suddenly the room didn’t feel calm anymore. It felt tense. Heavy. Electric.
“Delicia…” she muttered, her voice low, shaky, and dangerous.
Delicia looked up, sensing something was wrong. “Girl, what happened?”

Shayla turned her phone around.
And Delicia’s eyes instantly widened.

It was Iman.
Texting someone.
Trying to get information.
Trying to slide in.
Trying to switch lanes from Shayla… to Delicia.

The same Iman who had broken up with Shayla just weeks ago. The same man who claimed he “needed time,” who said he wasn’t ready for a relationship, who promised he cared. And now he was secretly circling her best friend like she was the next option on his list.

Shayla felt her chest tighten. Then she stood up so fast the blanket fell off her lap. “Nah. No. Absolutely NOT. He’s not about to do this to me. Not to us.”

2. Shayla’s Anger Turns Into a Mission

Delicia tried to calm her down. “Shayla, wait. It might not even be what it looks like.”
But Shayla was already pacing. Hands on hips. Eyes blazing. Her breathing was fast, frustrated, emotional.
“What else could it be, Dee? He broke up with me just to double back and try you next? You think I’m stupid? I know EXACTLY how he plays.”

She grabbed her purse.
She grabbed her keys.
She was ready to pull up and shut EVERYTHING down.

“Shayla, hold on!” Delicia jumped up, blocking the doorway. “You cannot go to that man’s house like this. You’re emotional. You’re hot. And you know how you get when you’re mad.”

Shayla raised a brow. “Good. Because he needs to SEE how mad I am. He really thought he could break my heart and then go sniffing around my best friend? Girl, I’m shutting this down TONIGHT.”

Her voice shook—but this time from fury, not fear.

“I don’t care what he says. I don’t care what he tries to explain. I’m not letting him play with you the way he played with me. I’m not letting you fall for it. I’m not letting him win.”

Delicia sighed, rubbing her forehead. She knew Shayla’s loyalty ran deep. Shayla wasn’t just angry for herself—she was angry because she refused to let Iman hurt someone she cared about.

But Shayla’s anger wasn’t the problem.
Her impulsiveness was.

And tonight, her impulsiveness was louder than her logic.

3. Delicia Tries to Pull Her Back From the Edge

“Shayla, breathe. Please.” Delicia grabbed her hand gently. “You’re hurt. I get it. But running to his house is not the solution.”

Shayla pulled her hand back softly but firmly. “Dee… he is playing with people’s hearts like they’re toys. He played with mine, and now he’s trying to play with yours. And you’re too sweet, too trusting, too loyal. He will manipulate you the same exact way.”

Delicia swallowed hard. She hated admitting it, but she knew Shayla wasn’t wrong. Iman had a way of sounding sincere even when he didn’t mean a word he said.

Still, she wasn’t going to let her friend ruin her night—or potentially get herself into a screaming match that would probably end with Shayla kicking his door.

She stepped in front of the door again. “Look… I hear you. And I’m not even mad. But can we TALK about it first? Process it? You don’t have to run over there tonight. Give yourself one night to cool off.”

Shayla shook her head instantly. “No. Because the longer I wait, the more he thinks he got away with this. He needs to look me in my eyes and understand: I’m not weak. I’m not naïve. And I’m not letting him play with people I love.”

Her voice cracked at the end. A tiny break. A flash of vulnerability.

Delicia softened.
“That’s what this is really about, huh? He still hurt you.”

Shayla took a deep breath. “Yes. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to sit here and let him hurt you too.”

For a moment, they both stood silently in the living room—two women, bonded not by drama but by loyalty, trust, and the decision to protect each other.

4. Standing Together Before the Drama Unfolds

Delicia stepped forward and pulled Shayla into a hug. “Listen to me: I’m not going anywhere near that man. I’m not entertaining him. I’m not replying to him. I don’t want him.”

Shayla exhaled, the tension loosening just a little. “You promise?”

“I promise,” Delicia whispered. “But what I don’t want is you losing your peace, your night, or your safety because of someone who doesn’t deserve a second of your energy.”

Shayla stayed quiet.

Delicia continued, “If we go to his house, we’re giving him power. But if we stay here? Talk it out? Eat ice cream? Watch a movie? You win. Because you chose YOU over the chaos.”

Shayla hesitated…
Looked down…
Then finally nodded.

“Fine. ONE night. But tomorrow? I’m talking to him.”

Delicia smiled. “And I’ll be right here when you do.”

Shayla finally let her purse fall to the couch. She kicked off her shoes, grabbed a blanket, and sank back onto the sofa. Delicia joined her.

And for the first time that evening, things felt calm again.

Not because the storm was over…
But because they were going to face it together.

Tomorrow would bring confrontation, truth, and fireworks—no doubt.
But tonight?

Tonight was about sisterhood, clarity, and choosing peace over chaos.

Even if just for a few hours.