Brodie getting angry after seeing Anthony at Shayla’s house😱

 Brodie getting angry after seeing Anthony at Shayla’s house😱Click and watch Full Story Bellow👇

Lines Crossed

Brodie’s car rolled up slowly to Shayla’s house, the warm glow of the porch light spilling onto the lawn. He hadn’t planned on coming over unannounced, but after her short, distracted texts all day, something felt off. His gut told him to just check in. Nothing serious. Just to see.

He stepped out, hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, trying to act casual. But when he reached the sidewalk, a silver car parked across the street caught his attention. The license plate — familiar. The kind of familiar that made his stomach drop.

“Anthony,” he muttered.

He hadn’t seen Anthony in months. The two had a falling out — old friends turned distant over ego, girls, and a hundred unspoken resentments. But seeing his car here?

Brodie’s pulse picked up.

He walked to the front door, debating whether to knock or just walk away. But the decision was made for him when he heard laughter from inside. Shayla’s laugh. Light and sweet — but not alone. A man’s voice. Deeper. Familiar.

Without thinking, Brodie stepped around the side of the house and peered through the window near the living room.

There he was. Anthony. Sitting on Shayla’s couch, arms stretched out across the back cushions like he owned the place. Shayla sat beside him, holding a glass of wine, laughing — not uncomfortably, not politely — like she was genuinely enjoying herself.

Brodie’s fists clenched.

The heat rose up his neck. He backed away from the window, pacing in the front yard, heart racing. A hundred memories of conversations with Shayla flashed through his head:

“He’s just an old friend.”
“We barely talk anymore.”
“I would never go there.”

But there they were.

He marched up the front steps and knocked — hard.

Inside, he heard movement, a pause in the laughter. Then the door opened.

“Brodie?” Shayla blinked, clearly startled. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he said coldly, eyes darting past her to the man standing up from the couch.

Anthony stepped into view, smirking slightly, as if this was just funny to him.

“Yo,” Anthony said, all casual. “Didn’t know we were expecting company.”

Brodie’s jaw tightened. “Are you serious right now?”

Shayla stepped between them. “It’s not what you think.”

“No?” Brodie shot back. “Because it looks exactly like what I think.”

Anthony shrugged. “We’re just catching up. Relax, man.”

“Don’t tell me to relax,” Brodie snapped, stepping forward. “You know damn well this isn’t cool. After everything?”

Shayla’s voice cracked. “Can we just talk inside—”

“No,” Brodie said sharply. “I don’t need to step into a house where he’s making himself comfortable like he belongs here.”

Anthony’s smirk faltered slightly.

“I trusted you,” Brodie said to Shayla, softer now, but shaking with anger. “You said there was nothing going on. That he was out of the picture.”

“There is nothing,” she said. “He just came by—”

“Uninvited?” Brodie asked.

Silence.

He let out a bitter laugh. “Right.”

He turned to leave, but paused at the bottom of the steps. Without turning back, he said, “You made your choice. Hope it was worth it.”

Then he got into his car, slammed the door, and peeled away, tires squealing into the night.

Back inside, Anthony exhaled. “Well… that escalated.”

Shayla just stood there, staring at the door Brodie had just slammed behind him — heart thudding, hands shaking, regret settling in like a storm cloud.