zashery ask shayla and angelina apologize to Amber for all she has done

 The drama between Shayla, Angelina, and Amber had stretched on for months, leaving wounds that refused to heal. Friendships shattered, trust broken, and hearts scarred. But if there was one person tired of watching the people around him destroy each other, it was Zashery.

Zashery had been the quiet observer, the voice of reason in a world drowning in chaos. He watched Anthony spiral between two women, saw Amber’s kindness repaid with betrayal, and witnessed Shayla and Angelina’s schemes ruin what little peace was left.

Finally, he had enough.

—

It was a Sunday afternoon when Zashery called Shayla and Angelina to meet him at the park. The sky was gray, matching the weight in his heart. He waited by the fountain, arms crossed, mind set.

Shayla arrived first, her arms folded, clearly defensive. “What’s this about, Zash?”

Angelina showed up moments later, sunglasses shielding her eyes. “If this is about Anthony, I don’t want to hear it.”

But Zashery shook his head. “This isn’t about Anthony. This is about Amber.”

The mention of her name made both women stiffen.

“You two owe her something you’ve never given—an apology,” Zashery said, his voice calm but firm. “The way you treated her... the lies, the manipulation, the backstabbing. She didn’t deserve any of it.”

Shayla rolled her eyes, trying to brush it off. “Amber inserted herself where she didn’t belong.”

Zashery’s eyes narrowed. “No, Shayla. Amber was trying to help. She tried to be your friend. She stood by Anthony when he was broken. And what did you and Angelina do? Lie. Scheme. Destroy her trust.”

Angelina crossed her arms. “Life’s complicated. People get hurt. She’s not innocent in all of this.”

“Maybe not,” Zashery said, stepping closer, his voice sharper now. “But she didn’t deserve the way you ganged up on her. You changed DNA results, spread rumors, and dragged her name through the dirt to cover your own mistakes.”

Shayla looked away, guilt flashing briefly in her eyes.

Zashery softened his tone. “You both used your pain as an excuse to hurt others. But it’s time to stop running from what you did. Be women enough to own it.”

Silence. The only sound was the water trickling from the fountain.

Finally, Shayla spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “Even if we did apologize... what difference would it make? She’ll never forgive us.”

“Maybe not,” Zashery admitted. “But this isn’t about her forgiving you. This is about doing what’s right. You owe it to yourselves to stop carrying this poison around. End it.”

Angelina sighed, removing her sunglasses. For the first time in a long time, vulnerability crept across her face. “You think she’ll even listen to us?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Zashery said. “You just need to say it.”

—

Later that evening, Zashery arranged a meeting. Amber reluctantly agreed, suspicious of the invite but curious enough to come.

They met at a small café, dimly lit and quiet, away from prying eyes. Amber sat across from them, arms crossed, her guard up.

Shayla spoke first, her voice trembling slightly. “Amber... I know I’ve been awful to you. I let my jealousy and my fear control me. I lied, I manipulated situations... and I hurt you in the process. I am truly sorry.”

Amber blinked, stunned at Shayla’s honesty.

Angelina swallowed hard. “And I helped her. I convinced myself we were protecting Kai, or Anthony, but really... we were protecting ourselves. I knew better. I’m sorry, Amber. Truly.”

For a moment, there was only the hum of the refrigerator behind the counter.

Amber leaned back in her chair, studying the two women. Part of her wanted to throw their apologies back in their faces, to remind them of every tear, every sleepless night. But another part... the part still tired from carrying all that anger... let out a long sigh.

“I appreciate you saying that,” Amber said quietly. “But forgiveness? That’s going to take time.”

Shayla nodded. “We understand.”

Angelina lowered her gaze. “We’ll give you all the time you need.”

Zashery, watching from the corner, finally allowed himself a small smile. The first crack in their walls had appeared. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t clean. But it was a start.

—

The Aftermath

That night, Shayla walked home feeling lighter than she had in months. Angelina, too, felt a strange relief, though she still carried her regrets.

Amber didn’t forgive them overnight. Trust takes time to rebuild. But in that café, surrounded by uncomfortable truths, they had taken the first step toward peace.

And sometimes, that’s enough to begin again