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When Anthony Caught Shayla in Arby House 😱

Anthony had been restless for days. Ever since Amber stormed out of Shayla’s apartment, trust between them had been hanging by a thread. He had promised Amber that Shayla meant nothing, that he had only gone there for information about Arby. But something about Shayla’s smug smile that night never left his mind. He knew Shayla. She thrived on chaos, on planting seeds of doubt and watching them grow into storms.

So when Anthony was driving home one evening and noticed a familiar car parked outside Arby’s house, his chest tightened. It was Shayla’s car. The same dent on the fender. The same dangling ornament on the rearview mirror.

His hands gripped the steering wheel, his heart pounding. Why would Shayla be at Arby’s?

He parked a block away and walked toward the house, rain still clinging to the air from an earlier storm. The blinds on Arby’s window were half-open, the faint glow of lamplight spilling into the night. Anthony’s stomach dropped as he peered in.

There she was. Shayla. Sitting on Arby’s couch with a glass of wine in her hand, laughing. Too close. Too comfortable.

Anthony’s blood boiled. Every muscle in his body screamed at him to turn away, but he couldn’t. He stormed up to the door and pounded his fist against it.

Arby opened it, looking smug as ever. “Well, well. Speak of the devil.”

Anthony shoved past him, eyes blazing. “What the hell is this?” His voice cracked like a whip as he pointed at Shayla, who sat frozen on the couch.

Shayla set her glass down slowly, her smirk faltering. “Anthony, calm down. It’s not what you think.”

Anthony barked a bitter laugh. “Not what I think? First, I find you trying to ruin things with Amber. Now you’re here—in his house? Are you working with him?”

Arby closed the door, leaning against it casually, enjoying every second of Anthony’s fury. “You’re smarter than you look, Anthony. Maybe she is working with me.”

Anthony’s fists tightened. “Shut your mouth, Arby.”

Shayla stood, her voice shaking but defensive. “I came here because Arby promised me answers. He said he’d tell me the truth about Kai, about what’s going on between you two. I just wanted to know—”

“Know what?” Anthony snapped. “So you could use it against me? So you could run to Amber again and stir up more drama?”

Shayla’s face flushed. “No! You think the world revolves around you, but it doesn’t. Arby told me things—things you’ve kept hidden. Things about Kai’s real father.”

The room froze. Anthony’s jaw tightened, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. “Don’t you dare,” he growled.

But Arby stepped forward, grinning like a snake. “Oh, let her speak. Shayla deserves to know the truth. Everyone does.”

Anthony’s rage boiled over. He grabbed Arby by the collar, slamming him against the wall. “You don’t get to use my son as leverage. Not with me. Not with anyone!”

Shayla gasped, rushing forward. “Anthony, stop!”

But Anthony’s eyes were burning, his voice raw with pain. “You’re both liars. Both of you. I don’t care about your schemes, your games, or your DNA results. Kai is mine, and I will never let either of you use him as a weapon.”

He released Arby with a shove, his chest heaving. Then he turned on Shayla, his voice breaking. “I don’t ever want to see you again. You’ve crossed a line you can’t come back from.”

Shayla’s eyes welled with tears, her voice trembling. “Anthony, please—”

But Anthony was already out the door, slamming it behind him, the night swallowing him whole.

Inside, Arby and Shayla exchanged a look. For the first time, Shayla didn’t look so smug. She looked shaken, almost guilty. But Arby just smirked, whispering under his breath:

“Game on, Anthony. Game on.”