🔥 DRAMA ALERT 💥 Shayla Confronts Iman in Front of Wayne — and the Secret About to Drop Will Change Everything 😱 👇

 🔥 DRAMA ALERT 💥 Shayla Confronts Iman in Front of Wayne — and the Secret About to Drop Will Change Everything 😱👇

🔥 DRAMA ALERT

Shayla Confronts Iman in Front of Wayne — and the Secret About to Drop Will Change Everything 😱💥

The air in the lounge was already tense before Shayla even walked in. Blue LED lights cast long shadows across the room, and Wayne sat on the edge of the velvet sofa, jaw clenched, scrolling through his phone like he was trying to escape into the screen.

Iman stood by the bar, tapping her acrylics against her glass, pretending to be unbothered — but her eyes stayed locked on the doorway.

Because she knew Shayla was coming.

And Shayla didn’t disappoint.

She stormed in like she owned the entire night, heels clicking, curly hair bouncing with every angry step. The whole room froze the moment they saw her face — flushed, furious, trembling.

“Wayne,” Shayla said, voice shaking but loud enough to echo. “We need to talk. All three of us.”

Wayne looked up, confused. Iman smirked, swirling her drink.

“Oh?” Iman lifted a brow. “You finally ready to stop pretending?”

Shayla didn’t even look at her. She kept her eyes on Wayne.

“You told me nothing was going on,” Shayla said. “You told me it was all in my head.”

Wayne stood slowly, palms open. “Shay, I swear—”

“No.” She took a step closer. “Don’t lie again. Not tonight.”

Iman let out a short laugh — sharp, glassy, intentional.

“Shayla, girl, you really thought he was texting you at 2am?” Iman asked. “Those messages? Those were for me.”

Wayne’s eyes widened. “Iman, stop—”

But Shayla had already heard enough. Her heart dropped to her stomach. But she didn’t break — not this time.

“Iman,” Shayla said calmly, “before you say another word, maybe you should ask Wayne why your name is saved in his phone as ‘Marcus — Work.’”

Iman blinked.

Wayne froze.

And the room went silent.

That’s when Shayla pulled out her phone and tapped a video. The audio started playing: Wayne’s voice, recorded without him knowing.

“I can’t let Shayla see Iman’s name pop up again. She’ll walk for real this time. I’ll just keep things quiet until I figure out what to do.”

Iman’s face drained.

Wayne reached for Shayla’s phone. “Shayla— just listen—”

“Don’t touch me.” Her voice cracked, but she held her ground.

Iman slammed her drink down. “So I was your secret? After everything you said to me? After everything you promised?”

Wayne swallowed hard, eyes darting between them. “I just… I didn’t want to lose either of you.”

Shayla let out a single, humorless laugh. “Well congratulations,” she said, stepping back toward the door, “because now you’ve lost both.”

Iman grabbed her bag, shooting Wayne a look sharp enough to cut glass. “Block my number,” she said coldly. “Save us both the trouble.”

They walked out — not together, but leaving Wayne alone in the blue glow of the lounge, head in his hands, realizing the truth:

The secret he thought he controlled just detonated — and now everyone was gone.