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Brodie’s Unexpected Visit

It was late evening when Brodie pulled his car up outside Shayla’s house. The warm glow of the porch light spilled across the driveway, and the faint sound of music floated through the open window. He hadn’t told Shayla he was coming—he wanted to surprise her, maybe take her out for dinner after a long week apart.

As he approached the door, he noticed something strange: another car parked discreetly down the street. Brodie frowned, his instincts telling him something was off. He quietly stepped onto the porch, reaching for the door handle just as laughter echoed from inside.

The laughter wasn’t Shayla’s.
It was Anthony’s.

Brodie froze, his heartbeat thundering in his ears. He pushed the door open slightly, peeking through the crack. There, in the dimly lit living room, stood Anthony—his old rival. He was leaning casually against the counter, sipping coffee as if he belonged there. Shayla sat on the couch, her face tense, twisting her fingers nervously.

Brodie’s jaw tightened. Memories of their past came rushing back: Anthony had always been trouble, always crossing boundaries, always lingering too close to Shayla. And now… now he was inside her home.

Brodie stormed in, the door slamming against the wall.
“What the hell is he doing here, Shayla?!” His voice was sharp, raw with anger.

Shayla jumped to her feet, panic in her eyes. “B-Brodie, wait—just let me explain—”

But Anthony straightened, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Calm down, Brodie. I’m just here to talk to Shayla. No need to get all dramatic.”

“Dramatic?” Brodie stepped forward, his fists clenched at his sides. “You think walking into her house uninvited is nothing?! After everything you’ve done?” His voice cracked with fury.

Anthony raised his hands mockingly. “Relax. I’m not here to cause trouble. Shayla called me. She wanted advice.”

Brodie turned to Shayla, betrayal flashing in his eyes. “Is that true? You called him?”

Shayla’s eyes welled up, her voice trembling. “I… I didn’t know who else to call, Brodie. There’s been so much going on, and I—”

“So you let him in?” Brodie’s chest heaved, the anger rising like fire. He stepped closer to Anthony, their faces inches apart. “If you think you can just stroll in here and pretend you’re the hero, you’re dead wrong.”

Anthony didn’t flinch. “Maybe if you weren’t so busy controlling her, she wouldn’t need someone else to listen.”

That was it. Brodie’s fist shot forward, but Shayla screamed, rushing between them. “Stop it! Both of you!”

Brodie’s hands shook, his eyes locked on Anthony’s smug expression. The tension in the room was suffocating, heavy with unspoken truths and old wounds. Shayla sobbed, begging them to calm down, but Brodie couldn’t shake the image of Anthony standing there, comfortable in a place he had no right to be.

He turned on his heel, his voice low and bitter as he headed for the door. “You know what, Shayla? Call me when you figure out what you really want.”

The door slammed behind him, leaving Shayla trembling in the silence, Anthony standing there with that same unreadable expression. And outside, Brodie stood in the dark driveway, his fists still clenched, his heart breaking, anger burning through his veins.

It wasn’t just about Anthony.
It was about trust.
And tonight, it felt like everything had just shattered.