Anthony’s Breaking Point: Shayla Has to Go

Anthony tell Shayla to leave the apartment with Kai!!!

Anthony paced back and forth in the apartment, his jaw clenched so tight it felt like it might crack. His hands were balled into fists, his mind racing with everything that had led to this moment. He had tried—Lord knows he had tried—to be patient, to be understanding, to make things work. But tonight? Tonight was the last straw.

Shayla sat on the couch, her arms crossed, her expression unreadable. She knew why Anthony was angry, but she wasn’t about to make this easy for him. Kai, their little boy, was asleep in the bedroom, oblivious to the storm that was about to break loose.

Anthony stopped pacing and took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto Shayla’s.

"You need to leave."

Shayla blinked, tilting her head as if she hadn’t heard him right. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me," Anthony said, his voice low and firm. "Pack your things and take Kai with you. I’m done, Shayla. I can't do this anymore."

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Shayla’s Defense

Shayla scoffed, standing up slowly. "Oh, so that’s it? You’re just gonna kick me out like I’m some stranger?"

Anthony exhaled sharply. "Like a stranger? Shayla, you stopped being my woman a long time ago. Hell, I don’t even know who you are anymore."

Shayla rolled her eyes. "You act like I’m the only one who messed up. You think you’re innocent in all this?"

Anthony shook his head. "I never said I was perfect, but at least I was honest! At least I tried to keep this family together! But you? You’ve been lying to my face for months! You think I don’t know about all the sneaky sh*t you’ve been doing?"

Shayla’s eyes darted to the side, but she quickly recovered. "You don’t know anything, Anthony."

That did it.

Anthony let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, I know plenty. I know about the texts, the late-night calls, the way you always got an excuse for everything. I know about him, Shayla."

Her face went pale.

"You think I wouldn’t find out?" he continued. "You think I’d just sit here and let you play me for a fool?"

Shayla folded her arms. "And what about you, huh? You ain’t no saint, Anthony. Let’s talk about Amber—"

"Don’t," Anthony cut her off, his tone sharp. "Don’t bring Amber into this. This ain’t about her. This is about us. And the fact that we’re done."

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The Reality Sets In

Shayla shook her head, gripping her temples. "You’re serious? You’re really kicking me out? Where am I supposed to go?"

Anthony crossed his arms. "That’s not my problem anymore. I gave you chance after chance, and you threw it all away. I won’t let you keep disrespecting me in my own home."

Her breathing grew heavier, her hands clenching into fists. "You don’t get to just throw me and Kai out like we’re trash, Anthony."

Anthony’s expression softened at the mention of his son. "Kai is my son, and I’ll always take care of him. But you? You gotta go."

Shayla stood there, staring at him, her face a mix of anger, sadness, and something else—something that almost looked like regret. But Anthony had seen enough of her games to know better.

"You got until tomorrow morning," he said finally. "Then I want you gone."

Shayla scoffed, shaking her head. "You’ll regret this, Anthony."

Anthony met her gaze, unflinching. "No, Shayla. My only regret is that I let it go on this long."

As he walked toward the bedroom to check on Kai, Shayla stood frozen in the living room. She had lost control—of Anthony, of the situation, of everything. And for the first time, she realized—he wasn’t coming back this time.

THE END. 🚪💔