Amber Melts Over Anthony’s Breakfast Surprise — But Piarry Claps Back: ‘He’s Just Afraid to Pay Up in the Divorce! 🔥

Amber Melts Over Breakfast — But Piarry Snaps: ‘Anthony’s Just Scared of That Divorce Money!’ 🔥

INT. AMBER'S APARTMENT – EARLY MORNING

Amber stretches in bed, sunlight spilling through the blinds. A delicious smell wafts in. She sits up, surprised.

Amber (groggy but smiling):
Mmm… is that bacon? Anthony?

Anthony (poking his head in the door, wearing an apron):
You better believe it, beautiful. Breakfast coming right up.

Amber (grinning):
You? Cooking? Who are you and what did you do with the man who thought cereal was gourmet?

Anthony (laughs):
I figured you deserved something real today. Eggs, pancakes, turkey bacon… the works.

Amber (walking into the kitchen in her robe):
Well, look at you! Who knew my man had chef vibes?

Anthony (placing a plate in front of her):
Only for you, baby. Sit. Eat. Relax.

Amber (blushing slightly):
This is sweet… really sweet, Ant.

Just as she’s about to take a bite, the front door swings open. Piarry steps in unannounced, arms crossed, tension radiating off her.

Piarry (sarcastic):
Wow. Breakfast in bed now? Since when did you become Mr. Romance, Anthony?

Anthony (sighs, annoyed):
What are you doing here, Piarry?

Piarry (ignoring him, eyes locked on Amber):
Just stopping by to grab some papers. Didn’t realize I was walking into a Hallmark movie.

Amber (clearly irritated):
You didn’t knock.

Piarry (cold):
Didn’t think I had to. Still technically married to him, remember?

Anthony (firmly):
Not for long. You could’ve texted.

Piarry (turning to Anthony):
Look, let me ask you something — are you actually into this little love story… or are you just scared of what this divorce is gonna cost you?

Anthony’s face stiffens. Amber stops chewing. The air thickens.

Anthony (calmly):
This ain’t about money, Piarry. That part’s already decided. I’m here because I want to be.

Piarry (laughs bitterly):
Right. You start flipping pancakes and rubbing feet just as soon as the paperwork hits. Real coincidence.

Amber (rising from her seat):
That’s enough, Piarry. You don’t get to barge in and disrespect what we’re building.

Piarry (stepping forward):
I’m just saying what everybody’s thinking. Anthony’s not cooking outta love — he’s cooking outta fear. And when the dust settles, let’s see if he’s still playing house.

Anthony (stepping between them):
You need to leave. Whatever’s eating you, it’s not my responsibility anymore.

Piarry (coolly, heading toward the door):
Keep your apron on, Chef Anthony. Just make sure she knows where your motivation really comes from.

She walks out. Silence.

Amber (looking at him):
Is she right?

Anthony (taking her hand):
No. She’s bitter. But me? I’m right here — because I choose you. Every single morning.

Amber exhales slowly, then smiles.

Amber:
Then keep the pancakes coming.