C”😱 Shayla was Shocked When She finds a late-night photo of Iman and Delicia on Iman’s phone.📱Full Skit Below 👇

😱 Shayla was Shocked When She finds a late-night photo of Iman and Delicia on Iman’s phone.📱

Scene: Living room, late at night. The room is quiet except for the ticking clock. Shayla stands near the couch, holding Iman’s phone. Her hands are shaking. Iman walks in.

Iman:
Shayla? Why are the lights on? It’s almost midnight.

Shayla:
…We need to talk.

Iman:
(Stops walking)
Why do you have my phone?

Shayla:
Because it lit up. A notification. I wasn’t trying to snoop—
(pauses, swallowing hard)
—but then I saw the photo.

Iman:
(Photo drains from his face)
What photo?

Shayla:
Don’t do that.
(holds up the phone)
This one. Taken at 12:43 a.m. You and Delicia. Sitting way too close.

Iman:
Shayla, it’s not what you think.

Shayla:
That’s what people always say before explaining something that is exactly what it looks like.

Iman:
You’re jumping to conclusions.

Shayla:
Am I? Because it looks like you were together when you told me you were “just out driving.”

Iman:
I didn’t lie. I was out driving—
(quietly)
I just wasn’t alone.

Shayla:
(Voice cracks)
So you admit it?

Iman:
I admit that I should’ve told you. But that photo doesn’t tell the whole story.

Shayla:
Then tell it. Slowly. Clearly. Because right now, my chest feels like it’s collapsing.

Iman:
Delicia called me. She was upset. She didn’t want to be alone.

Shayla:
And you were the only person in the world who could help?

Iman:
I thought I was doing the right thing.

Shayla:
Did you think about how it would look? How it would feel if I found out like this?

Iman:
No.
(softly)
I didn’t think at all.

Shayla:
That’s the problem, Iman. You never think about how your choices affect me.

Iman:
That’s not fair.

Shayla:
Isn’t it?
(pauses, tears forming)
I trusted you. Completely.

Iman:
I didn’t cheat on you.

Shayla:
Trust isn’t only about cheating. It’s about honesty. And you failed that.

Iman:
(steps closer)
Please look at me. I care about you.

Shayla:
Then why do I feel like the last person to know what’s going on in your life?

Iman:
Because I was scared you’d react like this.

Shayla:
So instead of being honest, you hid it. That makes it worse.

Iman:
I know. I messed up.

Shayla:
(quietly)
Do you still have feelings for her?

Iman:
(long pause)
No. But I didn’t set boundaries the way I should have.

Shayla:
And Delicia? Does she know about me?

Iman:
Yes. She does.

Shayla:
Then why would she even put herself that close to you?

Iman:
I should’ve stopped it. That’s on me.

Shayla:
(sits down, exhausted)
I don’t know what hurts more—the photo or the fact that I had to discover it by accident.

Iman:
Tell me what to do to fix this.

Shayla:
You can’t “fix” trust like a broken screen.
(pauses)
It takes time. And effort. And honesty—every single day.

Iman:
I’m willing to do that.

Shayla:
Then start by answering one thing truthfully.

Iman:
Anything.

Shayla:
If I hadn’t seen that photo… would you have ever told me?

Iman:
(voice low)
…I don’t know.

Shayla:
(closes her eyes)
That answer tells me everything.

Iman:
Shayla, please—

Shayla:
I need space. Not because I don’t care—but because I care too much to ignore this.

Iman:
I’ll be here. Whenever you’re ready.

Shayla:
I hope by then, I’ll know whether I can believe you again.

(Silence fills the room as Shayla walks away, leaving the phone on the table.)

Scene: Early morning. The sky outside is turning gray. Shayla stands by the door with her jacket on. Iman watches silently.

Iman:
So… this is it?

Shayla:
For now.

Iman:
I never meant to hurt you.

Shayla:
Intent doesn’t erase impact.
(pauses, steady but sad)
You broke something that mattered to me.

Iman:
I’ll wait. I’ll prove it to you.

Shayla:
Don’t wait for me.
If we ever find our way back, it has to be because we’re both stronger—
not because I ignored my feelings.

Iman:
(voice shaking)
I’m sorry, Shayla.

Shayla:
I believe you’re sorry.
I just don’t know if sorry is enough anymore.

She opens the door. Cold air rushes in.

Shayla (without turning back):
Take care of yourself, Iman.

Iman:
You too.

She steps outside. The door closes softly behind her.

Iman stands alone in the quiet room, staring at the phone on the table—
the screen dark now, but the consequences very real.

END.