H . . 😱 “Shayla Out of the House: Iman Snatches Ownership From Her & Gifts Delicia a New House!”

 The morning started quiet—too quiet. Shayla felt it the moment she woke up. That strange heaviness in the air, the silence that didn’t feel peaceful at all. It felt like the world was holding its breath, waiting for an explosion.

She walked downstairs expecting to find Iman in the kitchen, but instead, she found something else…

A thick envelope on the table.

Her name written on the front.

Iman’s handwriting.

Her stomach dropped before she even touched it.

Shayla opened it slowly. Every word inside hit her like a punch straight to the chest.

TRANSFER OF OWNERSHIP.

Iman Khalid is now the sole owner of the property…

Effective immediately, Shayla Thompson no longer holds any legal rights…

Shayla staggered back, gripping the edge of the counter.

“No… No, this can’t be real.”

But it was.

The signature at the bottom confirmed it: Iman had taken the house from her. The home she helped build. The place she imagined her future. The one thing she thought was hers.

A car door slammed outside.

Shayla rushed to the window—and froze.

Iman stood in the driveway.

Delicia beside him.

Both smiling.

Shayla’s heart dropped to the floor.

Delicia was holding a set of keys.

Iman lifted his arm around Delicia’s waist, proudly, almost arrogantly.

He caught Shayla’s eyes through the window—and smirked.

Shayla stormed outside. “Iman! What is this?!”

Delicia looked away, almost smug, like she had been waiting for this moment.

Iman didn’t flinch.

Instead, he handed Delicia the keys like it was a prize.

“This,” he said calmly, “is her new house.”

Delicia gasped with a soft, dramatic smile.

“Iman… it’s perfect.”

Shayla felt her entire world tilt. “You’re giving her a house? What about me?!”

Iman finally turned fully toward her, expression cold—nothing like the man she once loved.

“You?” he repeated. “You don’t live here anymore, Shayla.”

Her breath hitched.

“What do you mean I don’t live here? This is my home!”

He stepped closer, eyes hard.

“No, Shayla. It was your home. I’m done fighting, arguing, begging you to understand things you never wanted to hear.”

Delicia shifted beside him, arms folded in satisfaction.

Shayla looked between them, disbelief clawing at her throat.

“You replaced me with her? Just like that?”

Iman shrugged.

“It’s not replacing. It’s upgrading.”

Those words shattered her.

Shayla’s voice shook. “You’re cruel. Both of you.”

Delicia lifted an eyebrow.

“Shayla, you made this easy. You pushed him straight into my arms.”

Shayla shot her a glare.

“You always wanted him.”

Delicia didn’t deny it.

She didn’t need to.

Iman reached into his pocket and pulled out another envelope, holding it out toward Shayla.

“Here. Your notice. You have 48 hours to move out.”

Shayla slapped the papers out of his hand.

“I’m not going anywhere!”

Iman leaned in, voice low and venomous.

“You don’t have a choice.”

Security officers—two of them—walked up the driveway.

Shayla stepped back in shock.

“Are you serious right now?” she whispered.

Iman nodded without hesitation.

“They’ll be here to make sure you leave peacefully.”

Shayla’s chest rose and fell in sharp, angry breaths.

“After everything we’ve been through… this is how you treat me?”

Iman didn’t blink.

“You treated me worse. I’m just finishing what you started.”

Delicia placed a hand on his chest, rubbing it slowly like she owned him now.

“Baby, let’s go. We’ve got things to set up in the new house.”

Those words were the dagger.

Iman kissed Delicia’s forehead right in front of Shayla.

A long, slow kiss.

One meant to hurt.

Shayla looked away, her eyes burning.

Iman stepped back, giving her one last look.

A look that said He was done. Completely done.

And then they left.

Delicia slipped into the passenger seat of the brand-new SUV.

Iman got in the driver’s side.

They drove away, hands intertwined, leaving Shayla standing on the driveway she no longer owned.

The security officers approached.

“Ma’am… do you need help packing?”

Shayla didn’t answer.

She couldn’t speak.

Her world had collapsed in a matter of minutes.

She walked back into the house—her house—slowly, touching the walls she once called home.

The memories echoed around her.

Laughs. Fights. Nights she cried herself to sleep.

Days she hoped things would get better.

Now it all belonged to Delicia.

Shayla sank onto the stairs, covering her mouth as the tears came rushing out.

Everything she thought was secure… was gone.

But somewhere deep inside the pain, a spark lit.

A quiet flame.

A promise.

“He took my house… but he won’t take my future.”

Shayla wiped her tears.

Stood up.

And whispered to herself:

“This isn’t the end. Not even close.”

She didn’t know how…

She didn’t know when…

But Shayla vowed to rise again.

And when she did?

Iman and Delicia would regret the day they ever tried to destroy her