bricks when Wayne tells him about Amber and him doing business.
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why you ain't tell me. Im suppose to be your boy. You don't think that looks funny oh so yall don't see anything wrong with that. Aight. Man that's messed upShayla asked Anthony if Amber took divorce back, would you move on with her?😱
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It was a slow Sunday morning in late October. The sun filtered softly through the blinds, casting golden slits of light across the kitchen counter where Shayla sipped her coffee. The kettle hissed softly behind her, and the clock ticked in a lazy rhythm. Anthony sat across from her, flipping his phone in his hand but not really looking at it.
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Shayla had always been direct, even when the air between them was thick with unspoken history. They had been friends for years — a decade of knowing each other’s heartbreaks, family troubles, favorite songs, and how each took their coffee. Hers with oat milk and a pinch of cinnamon. His black, always too hot to sip right away.
But things had changed. They were dancing closer now — not quite lovers, but no longer just friends. It was the kind of fragile middle ground that could shatter with one wrong word.
"Anthony," Shayla said quietly, breaking the silence. "Can I ask you something... real?"
The question landed like a stone dropped into still water. Ripples spread across the table between them, reaching all the way back into memories Anthony had spent months trying to fold away neatly in the corners of his mind.
He didn’t answer right away. Shayla watched him, her eyes calm but searching, not accusing. Just waiting.
Anthony set his phone down. His fingers curled together, knuckles pale. “Why are you asking?”
“Because I need to know what’s real,” Shayla said. “I don’t want to be someone you’re using to get through something. I want to be someone you choose — not just someone who’s here because she’s gone.”
Amber. His ex-wife. They had burned brightly, too brightly. Married young, passionate, impulsive — the kind of love people mistake for destiny. They fought like fire and wind, each trying to reshape the other, neither willing to bend. Two years after the vows, Amber had walked out with tears on her cheeks and anger in her eyes. “I can’t do this anymore,” she’d said, and just like that, she was gone.
The divorce papers came later. Clean. Efficient. No kids. No house to sell. Just memories to divide like spoils from a lost war.
But the ghost of her lingered. In songs. In old photos. In how Anthony sometimes stared too long at women with her same laugh.
“I loved her,” Anthony said, finally. “More than I thought I could love anyone. But we weren’t good for each other. We wanted each other to be different — and we broke each other trying.”
Shayla didn’t look away. “That’s not what I asked.”
“I know,” he whispered. Then looked up, eyes glassy but clear. “If Amber came back and asked for another shot... I’d feel it. The pull. The history. But I wouldn’t go.”
“Because loving someone doesn’t always mean you should be with them,” he said. “And because... I’m not in that place anymore. I’ve learned what I want isn’t someone who burns me up. I want someone who makes me feel grounded. Who sees me clearly. Who stays.”
Shayla’s heart beat faster. “And that’s me?”
They sat in silence again, but this time it felt different. Not heavy — just full. Like the air before a sunrise.
Shayla reached across the table, taking his hand. It was warm, steady.
Anthony smiled. “Okay,” he said. “Let’s.”
And somewhere, the clock kept ticking — not as a reminder of what had been lost, but of everything that still could be found.
Ishayla Vaxter aka Shayla was arrested in Forsyth, GA on Conspiracy to
Commit a Felony. 🙏🏾 🙏🏾 🙏🏾
Angelina got arrested in Boston Logan International Airport😱
