You Happy Now, Amber?!” — Amanda Confronts Her as Amber Spills How Anthony Did Shayla Dirty!

 You Happy Now, Amber?!” — Amanda Confronts Her as Amber Spills How Anthony Did Shayla Dirty!

Amber sat on the edge of her couch, phone buzzing with notifications as she scrolled through Shayla’s latest cryptic Instagram stories—black screens, broken heart emojis, and that sad R\&B track on repeat. She could feel the drama brewing, but she didn’t expect Amanda to pull up unannounced, storming into her living room with that look that meant trouble.

Amanda slammed the door shut behind her. “You happy now, Amber?!”

Amber’s head snapped up, eyes wide. “What are you even talking about?”

Amanda threw her hands up. “Don’t play dumb! You’ve been telling everyone that Anthony’s done with Shayla, and now look—Shayla’s a mess, Anthony’s out here partying, and you’re just sitting here sipping your iced coffee like it’s nothing!”

Amber rolled her eyes, standing up. “You really came here to blame me for Anthony and Shayla’s mess?”

Amanda stepped closer, voice lowering. “You wanted this, didn’t you? For them to break up.”

Amber clenched her jaw, tossing her phone onto the couch. “You think I wanted them to fail? Amanda, you don’t know half the story.”

Amanda crossed her arms, eyes narrowing. “Then tell me. Because Shayla’s at her mom’s house crying, saying Anthony switched up on her overnight.”

Amber let out a sharp laugh, but her eyes glistened. “Switched up? Please. That man treated her like trash for months, and she kept going back.”

Amanda blinked, thrown off. “What do you mean?”

Amber’s shoulders dropped as she sank back onto the couch. “You think Anthony was some perfect boyfriend to her? He’d ignore her texts for days, then show up at 2 AM talking about how he ‘missed his family.’ He’d gaslight her every time she caught him DM’ing other women.”

Amanda hesitated, her anger wavering. “But they looked happy… sometimes.”

Amber shook her head. “They were toxic, Amanda. You didn’t see the nights Shayla would call me, crying, saying he told her she was ‘too emotional,’ that she was ‘ruining his peace’ when she asked why he wouldn’t come home.”

Amanda’s face softened, but she pressed on. “So why are you so quick to tell people Anthony’s done with her? You’re feeding into the drama.”

Amber looked up, tears now threatening to spill. “Because she needs to be done with him too, Amanda! You think I don’t care about Shayla? I do! But she keeps going back, letting him treat her like she’s disposable.”

Amanda sat down across from her, the anger now replaced with concern. “But she loves him, Amber.”

Amber let out a bitter laugh. “Love isn’t enough when you’re being disrespected.”

Amanda stayed quiet, letting the silence fill the room as Amber wiped her eyes.

“You know,” Amber continued, voice shaky, “Anthony would promise her they’d work it out, but then he’d leave her on read for a week. She’d see him out with his boys, and he’d lie straight to her face, saying he was ‘handling business.’ She begged him to go to therapy, and he told her she was the only one who needed help.”

Amanda’s eyes widened. “Shayla never told me that.”

“She wouldn’t,” Amber said, shaking her head. “Because she wanted to protect him. She wanted to keep the image alive that they were a family. She didn’t want to look stupid for staying.”

Amanda swallowed hard, leaning back. “Damn.”

Amber took a deep breath. “So no, I’m not ‘happy’ that they’re not on good terms. But I’m relieved that maybe now, she’ll finally let herself heal.”

Amanda looked down, fidgeting with her rings. “She’s hurting, Amber. She feels like she’s lost everything.”

Amber’s voice cracked. “I know. And it kills me to see her like that. But she deserves better than a man who treats her like a revolving door.”

Amanda looked up, tears in her own eyes now. “Do you think Anthony ever really loved her?”

Amber paused, thinking about the countless times Shayla would come over with puffy eyes and trembling hands, still defending him, still hoping he would change.

“I think he loved the idea of her,” Amber finally said. “He loved having her there when he needed her, but he didn’t love her enough to grow up and give her what she deserved.”

Amanda sighed, wiping her cheek. “And now it’s over.”

Amber nodded. “For now, at least. But you know how they are. One text, and she’ll be back in his bed.”

Amanda shook her head. “Not if we can help it.”

Amber’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

Amanda leaned forward, fire returning to her gaze. “I mean we’re going to make sure she doesn’t fall for his lies again.”

Amber raised an eyebrow. “You think you can stop Shayla from going back to Anthony?”

Amanda smirked. “I think we can remind her who she is. We can remind her of every tear she cried, every lie he told, every moment he made her feel small.”

Amber looked down, thinking of Shayla’s soft smile and hopeful eyes. “She’s going to hate us.”

Amanda’s smirk turned into a soft smile. “Maybe for a while. But one day, she’ll thank us.”

Amber nodded slowly. “You’re right.”

Amanda stood up, grabbing her bag. “Let’s go see her.”

Amber hesitated. “Now?”

Amanda nodded firmly. “Now. Before Anthony sends that ‘I miss you’ text and she falls for it again.”

Amber grabbed her keys, taking a deep breath. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

As they stepped outside, the warm summer air hit them, and Amber felt a surge of determination. She was tired of watching Shayla get hurt, tired of pretending everything was fine, tired of letting Anthony’s smooth talk ruin her best friend’s peace.

It was time for Shayla to hear the truth.