Anthony’s Drunk Confession to Shayla — The Words That Left Amber in Shock 😳🍷⬇️

Anthony’s Drunk Confession to Shayla — The Words That Left Amber in Shock 😳🍷

The party was supposed to be harmless.

Music thumped through the apartment, glasses clinked, laughter echoed—but Anthony had been drinking far more than usual. Shayla noticed first. The way he leaned too close, the way his eyes kept searching the room… and always landing on her.

“Anthony, you good?” Shayla asked, half-smiling as she handed him water.

He laughed—too loudly. “You ever notice,” he slurred, “how life gets real honest after the third glass?”

Shayla stiffened. “You’re drunk. Sit down.”

But Anthony didn’t.

Instead, he lowered his voice, words tumbling out like he’d been holding them hostage for years.
“I never stopped thinking about you, Shayla. Not even when I tried to do things the right way.”

Shayla froze.

Behind them, Amber had just stepped into the hallway, carrying her phone—ready to surprise Anthony with a photo. She stopped dead.

Anthony kept going.

“I told myself it was over. That choosing Amber meant forgetting you. But every time I hear your laugh…” He shook his head. “I wonder what would’ve happened if I’d been brave enough back then.”

The room felt suddenly silent.

Amber’s phone slipped from her hand and hit the floor with a sharp crack.

Shayla turned slowly. “Anthony… Amber’s right there.”

He spun around—and the color drained from his face.

“Amber—I didn’t mean—”

“Didn’t mean what?” she asked quietly. Too quietly. “To confess your feelings to my best friend? Or to tell her you settled for me?”

No one moved. No one breathed.

Anthony reached for her. “I was drunk. I didn’t mean it like that.”

Amber laughed once, bitter and stunned. “That’s the thing about drunk words,” she said. “They’re just sober thoughts without permission.”

She turned to Shayla. “How long?”

Shayla shook her head, eyes glossy. “There’s nothing between us. I swear.”

Amber nodded—but didn’t look convinced.

She picked up her phone, walked to the door, and paused.
“When you figure out what you really want,” she said to Anthony, “don’t call me. I’m done being someone’s second choice.”

The door slammed.

Anthony stood there, speechless. Shayla stared at him, hurt and angry.

And just like that, one confession shattered three lives.

What happens next?
Does Anthony chase Amber—or finally let her go?
And can Shayla ever look at either of them the same way again?