Shayla SNAPS: You Chose Amber! Built a Broken Home and Call It Love?๐Ÿ’ฅDon’t Even Touch Our Son! Scroll Down for Full Story ๐Ÿ‘‡

Shayla SNAPS: You Chose Amber! Built a Broken Home and Call It Love?๐Ÿ’ฅDon’t Even Touch Our Son!


[INT. SHAYLA’S APARTMENT – EVENING]

Anthony (walking in late, adjusting his watch):
Hey… I’m sorry I’m late. I—

Shayla (arms crossed, jaw tight):
You think the whole damn world revolves around you, huh?

Anthony:
No, Shayla, I just got stuck in traffic—

Shayla (cutting him off):
Don’t insult me. I told you I had somewhere to be! You stroll in 45 minutes late like nothing matters?

Anthony:
Look, I’m here now. What does he need?

Shayla:
What does he need?! Do you even care what your son needs anymore?

Anthony:
Of course I care! That’s why I came over!

Shayla:
You came over after ghosting me for days! You promised we’d be a family, Anthony. You told me we’d raise him together. A house. A future. A home! And you threw all that away—for big-head Amber?!

Anthony (frustrated):
Don’t bring Amber into this.

Shayla (steps closer, furious):
Oh, I will! Because that’s who you picked! You chose her over your own son!

Anthony:
It’s not that simple—

Shayla (yelling):
It IS that simple! You built a broken home and called it love! You left me holding this baby—crying at night—while you play happy husband with your little rebound marriage!

Anthony:
You know that’s not fair.

Shayla:
Fair?! You don’t even deserve to see him. I shouldn’t even let you touch our son!

Anthony (hurt):
He’s my son too.

Shayla:
Really? Because I can’t tell. You put Amber, your job, your new life—everything before him. He’s not a priority. You’re a visitor in his life!

Anthony:
I’m trying!

Shayla:
Try harder! You lied with a straight face. Told me I wasn’t alone. But I’ve been alone every damn day since you left.

Anthony (softly):
Shayla, I didn’t want this to happen—

Shayla (tears forming, voice shaking with rage):
But it did. And you made it happen. You’re a coward. A cheater. And the worst part? You made me believe in something real… just to ruin it.

Anthony (reaching out):
Let me just hold him.

Shayla (pulling back):
No. I don’t even want him growing up like you. Weak. Selfish. Running from responsibility.

Anthony:
You don’t mean that.

Shayla:
I mean every word. You make me sick. Looking at you makes me want to scream. I wasted my time. My energy. My love.

Anthony (silent, ashamed):
…Can I just say goodbye?

Shayla (coldly):
Say goodbye from the door.

[She walks away with the baby. Anthony stands frozen, defeated, as the door closes between them.]

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