How Do You Like My SLOPPY SECONDS?!” — Ernestine HUMILIATES Melisa in the Most Savage Showdown Yet! 😳

 How Do You Like My SLOPPY SECONDS?!” — Ernestine HUMILIATES Melisa in the Most Savage Showdown Yet! 😳

Scene opens in a high-end boutique. Melisa browses dresses by the mirror while Ernestine walks in, heels clicking like thunder. The energy shifts instantly.

Ernestine (arms folded, voice sharp):
Well, well, well… if it isn’t Melisa. Playing dress-up in clothes that don’t belong to her. How fitting.

Melisa (without turning):
And yet somehow, I still wear them better than you ever did.

Ernestine (smirking):
Oh honey, you can’t polish what’s already cheap. You might look like you’re glowing… but we both know that shine is desperation.

Melisa (finally turning around):
Desperation? Baby, I’m not the one who got left behind. James chose me. You’re just the bitter echo in his rearview mirror.

Ernestine (laughs, slow and cold):
Chose you? You mean, settled for you after I tossed him out like the trash he became? Girl, you’re just the cleaner version of his mistakes.

Melisa (stepping closer):
Or maybe I’m what he always wanted and never found in you — peace, passion… and a little class.

Ernestine (dead serious now):
Class? That’s rich coming from a woman who picked up my leftovers like a stray on the sidewalk. Let me ask you something straight — how do you like my sloppy seconds?

Melisa (taken aback):
You think calling him your sloppy seconds makes you look strong? All it shows is that you’re still obsessed with something you lost.

Ernestine (leans in, ice in her tone):
I don’t want him back, sweetheart. I want you to understand the kind of man you’re dealing with. You’re not his future. You’re just his rebound. A temporary fix to soothe a permanent wound.

Melisa (gritting her teeth):
Say what you want, but he wakes up next to me now. Not some bitter memory from his past.

Ernestine:
And still cries in the dark about what he ruined. I saw James for who he was before the world did. You’re just the applause he needs to keep pretending he’s whole.

Melisa (voice trembling, defiant):
You’re jealous. That’s all this is.

Ernestine (smiling):
No, darling. Jealousy is wanting what you have. Trust me — I’ve had it, lived through it, and survived it. You? You’re just entering the fire.

Ernestine tosses her scarf over her shoulder and turns to leave.

Ernestine (calling back):
When he breaks you like he did me… don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Melisa stands still, eyes wide, gripping the fabric of her dress. The boutique feels colder now.

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[End Scene]

Let me know if you want a part 2 — like James walking in right after, or Melisa confronting him later. We can really turn this into a multi-part fire series 🔥.