🚨 When Shayla Sees Delicia Slap Iman 😱

🚨 WHEN SHAYLA SEES DELICIA SLAP IMAN 😱

A Moment That Shattered Lies, Love, and Loyalty Forever

The café was unusually quiet that afternoon—too quiet for the storm that was about to erupt.

Shayla stood just outside the glass door, her hand frozen on the handle. She had come there by accident… or maybe fate had dragged her there on purpose. She told herself she only wanted coffee. Just five minutes. Nothing more.

But then she saw them.

Iman sat at the corner table, his back half-turned, his shoulders tense. Across from him was Delicia—eyes blazing, jaw tight, hands clenched so hard her knuckles had turned white. Whatever conversation they were having, it wasn’t friendly.

Shayla’s heart began to pound.
Why are they together again?

She leaned slightly closer to the glass, unable to look away.

Delicia stood up suddenly, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. Her voice rose, sharp and trembling with fury.

“You think you can just lie to everyone and walk away clean?” Delicia snapped. “You think I won’t break eventually?”

Iman lowered his voice, trying to calm her. “Delicia, please. This isn’t the place. Shayla doesn’t know—”

That name.

Shayla.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Before Iman could finish his sentence—
SLAP! 😱

The sound echoed through the café like a gunshot.

Delicia’s hand had connected with Iman’s face so hard his head snapped to the side. Conversations stopped. Cups froze mid-air. Every single person turned to stare.

And outside the glass door…

Shayla saw everything.

Her world cracked in half.

She staggered back a step, her chest burning as if she’d been punched herself. Her hands shook violently.

She slapped him…
Why would she slap him unless—

Iman slowly turned back toward Delicia, his cheek already turning red. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t fight back. That silence said more than any confession ever could.

“You deserved that,” Delicia whispered, tears spilling down her face. “For lying to me. For lying to her.”

Shayla’s knees almost gave out.

Lying… to me?

The door suddenly swung open as someone rushed past her, but Shayla couldn’t move. Her eyes were locked on Iman’s face as he finally looked up—and that’s when he saw her.

Time stopped.

His eyes widened in pure horror.

“Shayla…” he breathed.

That single word shattered her.

She stepped inside slowly, every footstep heavy, deliberate, deadly calm. The café felt too small now, the air too thick.

“So,” Shayla said quietly, her voice shaking despite her effort to stay strong. “This is what I walk into.”

Delicia turned, shocked. “Shayla… I—”

Shayla raised her hand—not to slap, but to silence. Her eyes never left Iman.

“You let her hit you,” Shayla said, tears finally streaming. “You didn’t deny anything. You didn’t stop her.”

Iman stood up, panicked. “It’s not what it looks like—”

“Then what is it?” Shayla shouted, her composure finally breaking. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like I’ve been living a lie!”

The café watched in stunned silence as Shayla backed away, her heart breaking with every step.