Larry scolded Bethany severely for her mistake, and now he doesn’t feel at ease without Sharra. Bethany realized this—what could happen next? Raed More

Larry scolded Bethany severely for her mistake, and now he doesn’t feel at ease without Sharra. Bethany realized this—what could happen next? Read More

 . LARRY'S LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

The room is tense. Larry stands near the couch, his face red with fury. Bethany sits across from him, trying to maintain her usual composure, but her slight smirk betrays her. Brooke sits quietly beside Larry, sensing the storm about to erupt.

Larry slowly removes his glasses, his hands trembling slightly.

LARRY
Bethany… I can’t believe you. You think you can just play God with Sharra?

BETHANY
(Shrugs)
I just did what had to be done. Someone had to handle the situation.

LARRY
Handle the situation? You paid her car bill… just to show your power? To make Sharra look small?

BROOKE
(Whispers)
Dad… calm down.

LARRY
(Shakes his head, furious)
No, Brooke. She needs to hear this. Bethany, this… this isn’t kindness. This is manipulation.

Bethany leans back, unfazed, folding her arms.

BETHANY
Manipulation? You think I needed your permission? I was helping…

LARRY
(Interrupts, yelling)
Helping? Helping my ex-wife so she owes YOU?! I have been the one there for her every damn time! And you think your little “charade” gives you control over everything?

He slams his glasses onto the table, the sound sharp in the tense silence. Brooke flinches.

BROOKE
Dad…

LARRY
No, Brooke. Let her hear it.

Bethany’s smile falters, the first crack in her armor.

BETHANY
(Lightly)
Larry… you’re overreacting.

LARRY
Overreacting?! I just took off my glasses, Bethany… you’ve had enough of control for one lifetime, and today… today it ends.

He steps closer, voice steady but full of anger.

LARRY
You thought Sharra would thank you? She thought it was me! And when she found out… she was mad. She left. And I couldn’t do a damn thing without you messing in the middle.

Bethany’s hands tighten in her lap. She glares but doesn’t speak.

LARRY
I am done being pushed around. Done!

BROOKE
(Quietly, to Larry)
Dad… she… she didn’t mean it…

LARRY
Brooke, listen. Bethany’s actions weren’t about help—they were about power. About making Sharra feel small. And I won’t let her anymore.

He paces the room, running a hand through his hair, frustration boiling over.

LARRY
(Slowly, with emotion)
Sharra… I just want to be there for you. I want to spend time with you. Help you whenever you need… without Bethany controlling every step.

BROOKE
She’ll understand, Dad… she will.

LARRY
(Smiles faintly at Brooke)
I hope so.

He stops, taking a deep breath. Larry’s eyes are fiery, but his voice softens as he thinks about Sharra.

LARRY
I’m going to see her. Right now. She deserves to know I’m not letting anyone—anyone—come between us.

Bethany’s face tightens. Her smirk is gone, replaced by a flicker of panic.

BETHANY
(Stern)
Larry… you can’t just—

LARRY
(Interrupting, cold)
Watch me.

He grabs his jacket, swinging the door open with determination. Brooke follows quietly, sensing the gravity of the moment. Bethany stays seated, fuming silently, the air thick with tension.

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EXT. SHARRA'S APARTMENT BUILDING – NIGHT

Larry and Brooke walk up the steps. Larry’s pace is firm, his jaw set. Brooke glances at him, nervous but supportive.

BROOKE
Do you think… she’ll forgive you?

LARRY
(Sighs)
I don’t know. But I have to try. She needs to see that I’m here for her… not Bethany.

BROOKE
I know, Dad… I just hope she lets you.

Larry stops at the door, taking a deep breath. He looks down at Brooke and smiles faintly.

LARRY
We’ll figure it out. Together.

He rings the doorbell. The sound echoes in the quiet hallway.

Inside, Sharra hears the chime. She wipes her hands, distracted by the noise. She opens the door slightly, peeking through.

SHARRA
Larry… what are you doing here?

LARRY
(Softly, determined)
I came to see you. To apologize… and to make sure you know, no one will come between us. Not Bethany, not anyone.

Sharra hesitates, uncertainty in her eyes.

SHARRA
I… I don’t know, Larry. Things have been… complicated.

LARRY
I know. But I don’t care about complicated. I care about you.

Brooke stands beside Larry, giving Sharra a reassuring smile.

BROOKE
It’s okay, Mom. He’s here for you.

Sharra’s expression softens slightly, the tension in her shoulders easing.

SHARRA
(Quietly)
You… really mean that?

LARRY
(Sincerely)
Every word. I want to be there for you. No one interfering this time.

Sharra looks at him, a mix of emotions flickering across her face. She doesn’t move yet, but the door remains open—a small sign of hope.

INT. LARRY'S LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

Bethany sits alone now, her fingers tapping the arm of the couch. She clenches her jaw, realizing her control is slipping. The smirk is gone, replaced with quiet calculation.

BETHANY
(Mutters to herself)
This isn’t over… not by a long shot.