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"Anthony Betrayed?! Shayla Confronts Anthony Lawyer With a Secret!"😱
Anthony Betrayed?! Shayla Confronts Anthony’s Lawyer With a Secret! 😱
The morning sun barely peeked through the blinds when Shayla’s phone buzzed relentlessly on her nightstand. She groaned, rubbing her eyes, but the name flashing on the screen made her heart drop.
“Jordan—Anthony’s lawyer.”
Her pulse quickened. Why would he be calling her?
“Hello?” she answered cautiously, voice raspy.
“Ms. Green, it’s urgent,” Jordan said, his tone clipped and cold. “You should come to my office today. There’s something you need to know… about Anthony.”
Anthony. Just hearing his name sent a wave of emotions crashing over her—love, anger, confusion. They’d been together for three years, and even though things had grown distant lately, she never expected to hear this.
“What’s going on?” she asked. “Is he okay?”
There was a pause. “I think you should hear it in person,” Jordan replied, and hung up.
By the time Shayla arrived at the downtown law firm, her hands were trembling. The receptionist led her into a glass-walled conference room where Jordan sat waiting, his suit crisp, his expression unreadable.
He slid a manila envelope across the table. “Before you open this, Shayla, I need to ask you something. How much do you really know about Anthony’s business dealings?”
Shayla frowned. “He’s an investor. He travels a lot. Why?”
Jordan sighed. “Anthony isn’t who you think he is. That envelope contains proof.”
Her fingers hesitated on the flap before tearing it open. Inside were documents—contracts, transfers, even photos. Shayla’s stomach twisted. Anthony’s signature was everywhere… alongside the name “Mara Lennox.”
Her voice shook. “Who is she?”
Jordan leaned forward. “Anthony’s business partner—or at least, that’s what he called her. But according to these, they’re not just partners. They’ve been funneling money into an offshore account together. Millions.”
Shayla’s breath caught. “No… he wouldn’t—he couldn’t do that to me.”
Jordan’s eyes softened. “I didn’t want to believe it either. But there’s more. Last week, Anthony came to me to change his will.”
Her head snapped up. “His will?”
“He removed your name, Shayla,” Jordan said quietly. “And replaced it with hers.”
The world tilted. She felt sick. The man she thought she knew—the one who promised her forever—had erased her as easily as crossing out a line of text.
That night, Shayla sat in her car outside Anthony’s penthouse, the envelope still in her lap. She’d texted him earlier—We need to talk. He’d replied: Sure. I’ll be home soon.
When he arrived, his usual confident smile faltered at the sight of her. “Shay? What’s wrong?”
She stood, holding up the papers. “You tell me.”
Anthony’s face drained of color. “Where did you get that?”
“Your lawyer gave it to me,” she snapped. “Jordan told me everything—about the money, about Mara, about the will. Is it true?”
For a long moment, he didn’t answer. Then his jaw clenched. “It’s not what it looks like.”
“Don’t you dare say that,” she spat, tears burning her eyes. “You lied to me for months. I trusted you, Anthony!”
He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Shayla, listen. Jordan isn’t telling you the whole story. He’s been working with Mara behind my back. They’re trying to frame me. The documents—they’re forged.”
She froze. “What are you talking about?”
“I found out last week,” Anthony said, his voice trembling for the first time. “Jordan and Mara have been siphoning money from my accounts. When I confronted them, they threatened me. I had to act fast, so I changed the will temporarily to protect you.”
Shayla’s mind spun. “Why would Jordan tell me all that if it wasn’t true?”
Anthony looked her dead in the eye. “Because he knew you’d believe him.”
The realization hit her like thunder. Had she just walked into a trap?
Before she could respond, Anthony’s phone buzzed. He looked down—and his expression darkened. “It’s Jordan.”
He answered. “What do you want?”
From across the room, Shayla could hear Jordan’s voice, calm and calculated:
“Looks like your little secret’s out. Too bad Shayla found out before you could run.”
Anthony’s knuckles went white. “You won’t get away with this.”
Jordan laughed softly. “Oh, I already have. You’ll see the headlines tomorrow morning.”
The line went dead.
That night, Shayla didn’t sleep. She stayed with Anthony, going through his files, his emails, everything. And as the hours passed, the truth began to emerge: forged signatures, fake invoices, altered records—all pointing to Jordan and Mara.
By dawn, they had enough to take to the authorities.
But when they arrived at the law firm later that day, Jordan’s office was empty. The desk cleared, the walls bare. He and Mara had vanished—taking the stolen millions with them.
Anthony looked at Shayla, exhausted but grateful. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “For everything. For keeping secrets. I thought I could fix it before you found out.”
She nodded slowly. “Next time, just trust me enough to tell me the truth.”
He reached for her hand. “I will.”
And as the sun rose over the city, they walked out together—two hearts bruised but unbroken, ready to face whatever secrets tomorrow might bring.
Epilogue:
Two weeks later, Shayla received an anonymous email. No subject line. Just one sentence and an attached photo.
“You thought it was over, didn’t you?”
The photo showed Jordan and Mara boarding a private jet… and behind them, Anthony—smiling.
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