Wayne Drops a Bombshell! Amber Shocked to Learn Anthony Secret Million💲Theater Deal! 😮 Scroll Down For Amber Reaction 👇

Wayne Drops a Bombshell! Amber Shocked to Learn Anthony Secret Million💲Theater Deal! 😮

[Scene opens in Amber’s living room. Wayne walks in, casual but excited, sipping on a smoothie.]

Wayne:
Yeah, I’m back on my juice fast. Gotta keep this body right, you know, health is wealth!

Amber (smiling):
Oh, I know that’s right. You sounding like me now—always talking about balance.

Wayne (laughs):
Yeah, you thinking like a wife, and that’s what I like about you. Ever since you got back with Anthony, I gotta give you props. That boy back on his grind, bringing money in.

Amber (proud):
Mmhmm, I love my man. Always knew he had it in him.

Wayne (leaning in, excited):
I ain’t never thought I’d sell that theater, but Anthony? Man, he about talked me into it. Got somebody lined up ready to drop them M&Ms—
And I ain’t talking about no candy.

Amber (blinking, confused):
Wait… wait, what? Sell the theater? Millions?

Wayne (grinning big):
Yeah! Millions for sure. He told you about that, right?

Amber (eyes widen, voice sharp):
Excuse me? Told me about what?!

Wayne (pauses, realizing):
Hold on… you mean Anthony didn’t—ohhh snap. My bad. I thought y’all talk about everything.

Amber (snapping):
We do talk about everything! Or at least, I thought we did! You mean to tell me my husband is out here making million-dollar moves and didn’t breathe a word to me?!

Wayne (hands up, defensive):
Look, sis, don’t shoot the messenger. I just assumed you already knew. He gave me that look, you know, like “we locked in.”

Amber (angry laugh):
Locked in with who?! Clearly not with his wife. Wow. So Anthony got time to pitch deals, line up buyers, and count millions—but no time to sit me down and say, “Hey babe, we selling the theater”?

Wayne (sighs):
I ain’t gon’ lie, Amber, he back in his bag. But I ain’t know he left you in the dark.

Amber (clenching her fists):
In the dark? Wayne, I look like a fool right now. You dropping bombshells like it’s casual convo, and my man out here treating me like a stranger.

Wayne (softly):
Maybe he wanted to surprise you?

Amber (sarcastic):
Oh, surprise me? With a multi-million-dollar deal?! This ain’t no birthday party, Wayne. This is business. Our life. Our future.

[Door opens—Anthony walks in, humming like nothing’s wrong.]

Anthony:
Hey babe, hey Wayne. What’s up?

Amber (coldly):
What’s up? I don’t know, Anthony. Maybe you can tell me why I just found out from Wayne that you’re selling the theater for millions.

Anthony (freezes):
…

Wayne (under his breath):
Oh, Lord.

Amber (fuming):
You had the nerve to keep this from me? Your wife?!

Anthony (stammering):
Amber, listen—

Amber (cutting him off):
No, you listen. If Wayne hadn’t slipped, I’d still be smiling like a fool in the dark. You got some explaining to do.

[Tension thick in the room. Wayne looks away, sipping his juice fast like he wants to disappear.]