Arby SNAPS at Shayla: ‘Kai Is My Son!’ 💥 DNA Report Changes Everything 👀 Full Story Below 👇

 Arby SNAPS at Shayla: ‘Kai Is My Son!’ 💥 DNA Report Changes Everything 👀

[Scene opens in Shayla’s living room. She’s pacing nervously, holding a sealed envelope. Arby storms in, breathing heavily.]

Arby:
Where is it?! Where’s the damn report?!

Shayla (startled):
Arby, calm down. You weren’t even supposed to—

Arby (cutting her off):
Don’t tell me to calm down! I saw the notification. The DNA results came back. Did you think you could keep it from me?!

Shayla (defensive):
I was trying to find the right time, Arby. This isn’t just some game. It’s Kai’s life!

Arby (snatches the envelope from her hand):
Yeah? Well, let’s see who’s been playing games. You ran around telling everyone Anthony was the father. You let him be in Kai’s life… all while lying to me!

Shayla:
I wasn’t lying! I was confused. We were all over the place back then—you and me weren’t even—

Arby (rips the envelope open, eyes scanning):
Don't. Just don’t. [beat]
(Read aloud) “Probability of paternity: 99.98%.”
…You’ve got to be kidding me.

Shayla (softly):
I didn’t know for sure…

Arby (voice rising):
You KNEW, Shayla! You knew there was a chance! And instead of coming to me like a woman, you let Anthony play daddy while I was out here like some damn stranger!

Shayla (tears welling):
I was scared, Arby! You were unstable, in and out of my life—how could I trust you with something so fragile?

Arby (pacing, voice shaking with anger):
Don’t you dare talk to me about trust! You stole my son from me. My blood! MY BOY!

Shayla:
He’s still just a child. This isn’t about your pride. It’s about what’s best for Kai.

Arby (snaps):
What’s best for Kai is ME! His real father! Not Anthony. Not your little fantasy family.

Shayla (raising her voice):
Anthony’s been there! When you disappeared, when I was pregnant, when Kai cried at night—HE was the one who showed up. Not you!

Arby (coldly):
I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere. You hear me, Shayla? I’m filing for custody.

Shayla (shocked):
You can’t just walk in and take him! He doesn’t even know you!

Arby:
Then it’s about time he does. And if you try to stand in my way—God help you.

Shayla (whispers):
You really think threatening me is gonna win you anything?

Arby (pointing a finger at her):
This isn’t a threat. It’s a promise. I’m done playing nice. That boy is mine—and I’m taking back what you tried to erase.

[Door slams as Arby storms out. Shayla drops to the couch, shaking, clutching the DNA paper.]

Shayla (to herself):
What have I done?