Anthony Catches Angelina with the Man Who Took the DNA Test! 😱
[Setting: Afternoon – Outside a cozy café in Atlanta. Anthony parks his car and spots Angelina sitting at an outdoor table with a man he immediately recognizes—the same guy who took the DNA test for Shayla’s baby weeks ago. Tension brews as Anthony approaches.]
Anthony: (walking up slowly, voice tight) Ain’t this something… Angelina? You mind telling me what’s going on right here?
Angelina: (startled, sets down her drink) Anthony—hey, it’s not what it looks like.
Anthony: (chuckles bitterly) Oh, it never is, huh? I step out for ten minutes, and I see you sitting here, laughing it up with him? The same dude who took that fake DNA test?
Man (Derrick): (leans back, arms crossed) Fake? Hold on, bro, you better watch how you talk to me. Ain’t nothing fake about me.
Anthony: (steps closer) Oh, trust me, I’ve watched enough. You think I don’t recognize your face? You were right there, smiling in that lab photo like you won the lottery.
Angelina: (sighs) Anthony, please—this isn’t about you, okay? We were just talking.
Anthony: Talking? About what? Lies? Secrets? Or maybe another test? What’s next, Angelina—he helping you figure out who your baby daddy is now?
Angelina: (stands up, frustrated) Don’t disrespect me like that! You don’t even know the full story.
Anthony: Then enlighten me! 'Cause right now it looks like you cozying up with the same man who had half the city confused about Shayla’s baby. And you think I’m just gonna walk away quiet?
Derrick: (smirking) Man, you got too much mouth for somebody who don’t even know what’s going on. Maybe if you handled your business, your name wouldn’t keep getting dragged in every situation.
Anthony: (squares up) Say that again.
Angelina: (steps between them) Stop it! Both of y’all! This is crazy. Derrick was just helping me with some paperwork, that’s it.
Anthony: Paperwork? Girl, what kind of paperwork needs coffee and giggles on a Thursday afternoon? You think I’m stupid?
Angelina: It’s about my sister! She needed help with legal stuff, and Derrick knows somebody who works in that office. That’s all this is.
Anthony: (glaring at Derrick) Funny—every time I turn around, you “helping” some woman. You got a habit of being in the middle of people’s mess, don’t you?
Derrick: (smirks) Maybe I’m just better at cleaning it up than you.
Anthony: Oh yeah? Then clean up this—stay away from Angelina. Matter fact, stay away from anybody connected to me, period.
Angelina: Anthony, you overreacting again! Not every man around me is trying to play you.
Anthony: (calms slightly, but still fuming) Maybe not every man. But this one? He’s bad news. I got a feeling about people, and this right here—it don’t sit right.
Derrick: (stands up slowly, fixing his jacket) Look, I don’t need your approval. You can keep your feelings. But you better keep that tone in check, before you make this something it don’t have to be.
Anthony: (steps closer, low voice) Trust me, it’s already something.
Angelina: (grabs Anthony’s arm) Please, just leave. You’re not gonna do this out here in public.
Anthony: (looks at her, eyes full of disappointment) I’ll leave, but not ‘cause you asked. I’m leaving ‘cause I see the truth now… and it ain’t sitting at this table for me.
Angelina: (softly) Anthony, don’t do this.
Anthony: (turns to go) Already done. You and your “helper”—y’all have a nice little talk. Just remember, secrets got expiration dates. And when they rot, everybody smells it.
[Anthony walks off, leaving Angelina speechless and Derrick silently grinning to himself as the camera fades.]