Angelina Drops the Bomb: We Don’t Need You Because Shayla Got an NBA Champion Now! 🔥
[Scene opens in Shayla’s living room. Tension so thick you could slice it with a knife. Anthony stands by the doorway, jaw tight, eyes full of frustration. Angelina, Shayla’s mother, sits on the couch — legs crossed, voice dripping with confidence. Shayla stands in the middle, trying to calm the storm.]
Anthony: (deep sigh) You good, Shayla?
Shayla: Yeah… I’m good. Look, Anthony, I ain’t trying to argue.
Anthony: Me neither. I just came to check on Kai. That’s all.
Angelina: (without looking up from her phone) Oh, how thoughtful. Mr. “I Want to Take a Test” suddenly wants to check on the baby. How sweet.
Anthony: (frowns) Angelina, not today, please.
Angelina: No, today, Anthony. Today’s the perfect day. Because I’m tired of pretending you’re anything more than a visitor in my grandbaby’s life.
Shayla: Mama, stop.
Angelina: No, I won’t. Somebody needs to tell him what it is. (stands up, face to face with Anthony) You walking around acting like you doing something special ‘cause you send a few dollars? Boy, we don’t need your pity checks.
Anthony: (smirks) Pity checks? Lady, I been paying more than you think.
Angelina: (snaps her fingers) And we been cashing them out of respect, not need. Let’s get that straight.
Anthony: So, what? You trying to say Shayla don’t need me?
Angelina: (laughs) Oh, she doesn’t. Not financially. Not emotionally. Not ever.
Anthony: (steps closer) Then why every time I show up, she got that look in her eye? That look that says she still care?
Shayla: Don’t twist it, Anthony. You hurt me too bad for me to still care like that.
Angelina: (claps hands once) Exactly! And since you brought up “care,” let me educate you real quick. Shayla’s doing just fine without you. In fact — she’s better than fine.
Anthony: Oh yeah?
Angelina: Yeah. She got herself a real man.
Anthony: (chuckles) A real man, huh? Another one of your “business partners” or one of them fancy church boys?
Angelina: (leans forward, eyes locked) Try an NBA Champion.
Anthony: (pauses) A what?
Angelina: You heard me. An NBA Champion. And not no benchwarmer either — he played with LeBron James.
Anthony: (blinks, half laughing) Man, stop playin’.
Shayla: (quietly) She’s not lying, Anthony.
Anthony: So that’s what this is now? You go from me to some baller just to prove a point?
Angelina: Oh, it’s not about proving anything, sweetheart. It’s about upgrading.
Anthony: (snaps back) Funny thing about upgrades — sometimes they come with fakes, too. Don’t get too comfortable.
Angelina: (coldly) Don’t project your insecurities on us. We’re comfortable and covered. My husband runs multiple businesses, and Shayla’s man treats her like gold. You? You out here trying to find peace with every woman you meet.
Anthony: You know what, I ain’t about to let the two of y’all disturb my peace. My wife told me, “Let nothing — especially the devil — interrupt your calm.”
Angelina: (sarcastic laugh) Oh, so now we’re the devil? That’s cute.
Anthony: If the shoe fits.
Angelina: (steps closer, unbothered) Oh, it fits fine, baby. And while you’re out there finding peace, remember this — we already found ours. Without you.
Shayla: Mama—
Angelina: No, let me finish. Anthony, you had your chance. You fumbled it. So now, you can go play “peaceful husband” somewhere else. Because over here? We got love, money, and a ring with championship diamonds.
(Anthony stares at her — stunned, silent. Then he smirks, shakes his head slowly.)
Anthony: Y’all enjoy the spotlight. Just remember — fame fades. But the truth? It always comes back around.
(He turns and walks out. Shayla exhales shakily. Angelina watches him go with a satisfied smirk — but behind it, something flickers. Maybe guilt. Maybe fear. Either way, the bomb has been dropped, and the fallout has just begun.)