Shayla Exposed: Your Wife Slept with Wayne, I’m Just Doing Business! So Don’t Dare Call Me a Gold Digger! 🔥 Scroll Down For Full Video 👇

 Shayla Exposed: Your Wife Slept with Wayne, I’m Just Doing Business! So Don’t Dare Call Me a Gold Digger! 🔥

[Scene opens inside Shayla’s apartment. She’s folding clothes while her son plays in the corner. Anthony storms in without knocking.]

Anthony: (voice raised) Shayla, what’s this I hear about you working with Wayne?

Shayla: (sighs, doesn’t look up) Anthony, why are you barging in here like you pay the rent? Say hello to your son first, at least.

Anthony: (waves dismissively) Don’t change the subject. You really think I’m just gonna sit back while you cozy up with Wayne?

Shayla: Cozy up? Excuse me? I’m working. Strictly business. Something you should be proud of, since you always claim I depend on you for everything.

Anthony: Business? (laughs bitterly) Girl, stop playing. Everybody already talking. You trying to piggyback off me and what I built. Without me, you wouldn’t even know Wayne.

Shayla: (snaps, folding clothes harder) First of all, you don’t own Wayne. And second of all, you don’t own me.

Anthony: (steps closer, pointing at her) Admit it, Shayla. You wanted Amber’s life. Amber had me, and she was dealing with Wayne. Now look at you—working with him like you’re following her playbook.

Shayla: (eyes flash, finally looking him in the face) Don’t you ever compare me to your wife. Let’s make one thing clear: Your wife is the one sleeping with Wayne. I’m just doing business with him! So don’t you dare call me a gold digger.

Anthony: (stunned, taken aback) Watch your mouth, Shayla.

Shayla: No, you watch yours. You walk in here yelling, disrespecting me in front of my son, accusing me of things I’ve never done. I’ve carried your child, I’ve held this family together, and instead of support, you spit in my face.

Anthony: (voice drops lower, defensive) I provided for you. Don’t forget who paid for this place.

Shayla: (laughs bitterly) And don’t forget who made this place a home. That money you brag about? It doesn’t raise your son. It doesn’t rock him to sleep. It doesn’t wipe his tears when he misses you. That’s me, Anthony. Always me.

Anthony: (rubs his head, frustrated) You’ll regret crossing me.

Shayla: (coldly) No, Anthony. The only thing I regret… is believing you were ever the man you pretended to be. Now leave. Take your bitterness with you.

[Anthony looks at her for a long moment, then storms out, slamming the door. Shayla picks up her son, holding him close, tears in her eyes but strength in her voice.]

Shayla: (whispering to her son) Don’t worry, baby. Mommy’s got us. Always.