Amber SNAPS: You Treat Me Like a Side Chick, Anthony—I'm DONE With You!🔥Scroll Down for Full Video 👇

 Amber SNAPS: You Treat Me Like a Side Chick, Anthony—I'm DONE With You!🔥

Scene: Living room. Evening. Amber is pacing back and forth while Anthony sits on the couch, head down. The tension is thick.

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Amber: (voice trembling with rage) I can’t even believe this, Anthony. You forgot our anniversary? Really? After everything I’ve done, after everything we’ve been through?

Anthony: (sighs) Amber, please, I said I’m sorry. It just slipped my mind. I’ve been—

Amber: (cuts him off) Don’t you dare say it slipped your mind! You remember every little thing when it’s about you! But the one day that’s about us—you “forget”?

Anthony: Baby, it’s not like that—

Amber: Don’t “baby” me! (points at him) I am not your baby. I’m your wife! The woman who stood by you when everyone told me to leave. The woman who had your back when you didn’t even have your own.

Anthony: (calmly) I know, and I appreciate that—

Amber: Appreciate? You “appreciate” me like I’m some side chick who brought you lunch at work? I’m not one of your little playthings, Anthony. I am your wife!

Anthony: (rubbing his temples) Amber, I messed up, alright? I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just—things have been moving fast, I’ve been under pressure—

Amber: (snaps) Oh, please! Don’t even start that tired excuse. You weren’t too busy when Shayla called, were you? You weren’t too tired when Kai needed something, huh? You had time for everybody but me!

Anthony: That’s not fair—

Amber: Fair? (laughs bitterly) What’s fair is me giving you my heart, my loyalty, my everything, and getting crumbs in return? You treat me like I’m some option, Anthony. Like I’m disposable!

Anthony: (defensive) I don’t treat you like that, Amber. I love you—

Amber: (sarcastic) Love? That’s what you call it? Neglect? Silence? Lies? You call that love? Anthony, if this is love, then I don’t want it.

Anthony: (stands up) So what are you saying? You done with us now? You just gonna walk away?

Amber: (teary but firm) I’m saying I’m done being your side chick in my own marriage! I’m done begging for your attention. I’m done waiting for you to choose me when you already should’ve.

Anthony: (softly) Amber, please… don’t say that.

Amber: (coldly) No, you listen. Every time I try to talk, you shut down. Every time I cry, you turn away. You made me feel like I’m competing for your love—against women I shouldn’t even have to mention.

Anthony: (quiet) I never wanted to make you feel like that.

Amber: But you did. And now I’m tired. (steps back) I’m done trying to fix a man who doesn’t even see he’s breaking me.

Anthony: (pleading) Amber, please, I can fix this. Just tell me what to do—

Amber: (shakes her head) You can start by letting me go. Because I’m done with you, Anthony. I’m done.

Anthony: (whispers) Amber…

Amber: (grabs her purse, voice breaking but strong) You lost me, Anthony. Not because you forgot the date… but because you forgot me.

(She walks out. Door slams. Anthony stands frozen, regret flooding his face.)