💥 Shayla Finally Blurts Out Who Kai’s Real Father Is — IMAN Couldn’t Believe His Ears 👇

 💥 Shayla Finally Blurts Out Who Kai’s Real Father Is — IMAN Couldn’t Believe His Ears 👇

💥 Shayla Finally Blurts Out Who Kai’s Real Father Is — Iman Couldn’t Believe His Ears 💥

The room went quiet in the way storms do—sudden, unnatural, heavy.

Iman stood by the window, phone clenched in his hand, pretending to scroll while every muscle in his body stayed alert. Shayla paced the living room, barefoot, her steps sharp against the hardwood floor. Kai was asleep down the hall, blissfully unaware that his entire world was about to tilt.

“You don’t get to look at me like that,” Shayla snapped, breaking the silence. Her voice trembled, not with fear—but with exhaustion.

Iman turned. “Like what?”

“Like I’m hiding something.” She laughed bitterly. “I’ve been carrying this alone for years.”

Iman exhaled slowly. He already knew where this conversation was heading. Or at least he thought he did.

“Kai is my son,” he said, firm. “I raised him. I stayed.”

Shayla stopped pacing.

“That’s exactly why this is killing me,” she whispered.

Iman frowned. “Shayla… what are you saying?”

Her eyes filled, but she didn’t look away this time. “I never cheated on you,” she said quickly, as if racing the truth before it could escape. “Not the way you think. But Kai’s biological father—”

She swallowed hard.

“—isn’t you.”

The words hit like a punch to the chest.

Iman staggered back, grabbing the edge of the couch. “That’s not funny,” he said, his voice low. Dangerous. “Say you’re joking.”

“I wish I were.”

The clock on the wall ticked loudly. Too loudly.

“Then who?” Iman demanded. “Who is he?”

Shayla’s hands shook as she wiped her cheeks. “Do you remember that summer you left for Chicago? When we were barely holding on?”

Iman nodded slowly.

“I found out I was pregnant right after you came back. I thought—God, I prayed—the timing worked. But it didn’t.”

Iman’s stomach dropped. “Shayla.”

She finally said the name.

“Malik.”

The air vanished from the room.

Iman’s eyes widened. “My brother?”

“I didn’t know until it was too late,” she cried. “It was one night. One mistake. I cut him off. He doesn’t even know. I swear.”

Iman laughed once—sharp and hollow. “You expect me to believe that?”

“I didn’t tell you because I was scared,” she said. “Scared you’d leave. Scared Kai would lose the only father he’s ever known.”

From down the hall, Kai shifted in his sleep, murmuring softly.

Iman’s anger faltered. His chest ached.

“All this time…” he muttered. “Every birthday. Every scraped knee. Teaching him how to ride a bike.”

Shayla stepped closer. “And you were amazing. Biology doesn’t erase that.”

Iman looked at her, eyes burning. “But it changes everything.”

He glanced toward Kai’s room, his voice cracking. “Does he deserve to know?”

Shayla hesitated. That was answer enough.

Iman closed his eyes.

In that moment, he understood something devastatingly clear:

Truth doesn’t just reveal the past—it demands a future.

And nothing would ever be the same again. 💔🔥