Finally Shayla came to Brody's house and met Pamela  Full Story below👇

                                                                 

Shayla stood at the curb outside Brody’s house, her heart pounding in her chest. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the lawn, but the real storm was brewing inside her. She had put this meeting off for weeks, knowing that facing Pamela would mean confronting truths she wasn’t sure she was ready for.

Taking a deep breath, Shayla walked up to the door and knocked. A few moments later, the door opened—and there was Pamela, standing with her arms crossed, her face a mask of cool indifference.

“Well, look who finally decided to show up,” Pamela said, her voice edged with sarcasm.

Shayla forced a smile, though her nerves were on fire. “Pamela, can we not do this right now? I just… I need to talk. And I need you to listen.”

Pamela stepped aside with a sigh. “Fine. Come in.”

The house smelled like fresh lemon cleaner and faint traces of old perfume. It felt lived-in but heavy, like the walls had heard too many arguments. Shayla followed Pamela into the living room where the tension between them settled like thick smoke.

Pamela didn’t bother sitting down. “Say what you came to say, Shayla. I don’t have all night.”

Shayla clasped her hands together, trying to steady her voice. “I know things between us have been bad. Real bad. But I’m tired, Pamela. Tired of the fighting, the whispers, the side-eyes from everyone. And I think you are too.”

Pamela’s eyes narrowed. “You think this is just about gossip? Shayla, you tore apart people’s lives. You let things get messy with Anthony, and now everything is tangled—families, friendships, everything.”

“I know!” Shayla’s voice cracked, raw emotion spilling out. “I know I messed up. But I’m trying to fix it now. That’s why I’m here. I’m not asking you to forgive me—not yet. I’m asking you to help me stop this before it gets worse.”

Pamela finally sat down, her expression softening just a fraction. “And what exactly do you think we can do now? Amber’s furious. Anthony’s acting like he’s lost his mind. And Brody? Don’t even get me started.”

Shayla walked over and sat across from her. “We call a meeting. All of us. We put everything on the table—the lies, the DNA tests, the accusations. No more secrets. We clear the air, no matter how ugly it gets.”

Pamela let out a humorless laugh. “You think that’ll fix this? You think people want the truth? No, Shayla. They want revenge. They want to win.”

Shayla’s eyes shimmered with tears, but her voice was steady. “I don’t care about winning anymore. I care about saving what’s left of this family. For Kai, for the kids… even for us. Don’t you?”

Pamela fell silent, her jaw tight as she wrestled with her own emotions. After a long pause, she muttered, “You always had a way of saying just enough to make people believe in impossible things.”

Shayla gave a small, hopeful smile. “Is that a yes?”

Pamela sighed, rubbing her temples. “It’s a maybe. But if I go down this road with you, Shayla, and this explodes in our faces—”

“It won’t,” Shayla cut in quickly. “Because this time, we’re doing it together.”

Pamela finally nodded, slowly. “Fine. Let’s set this meeting up. But just know, I’m not cleaning up the mess if this backfires.”

“Deal,” Shayla whispered, relief washing over her.

As the two women sat in tense but tentative agreement, the weight of the past still hung over them. But for the first time in a long time, there was a sliver of hope that maybe—just maybe—they could pull their fractured world back together.