When Delicia tells Iman on the call that King proposed to her, Iman is filled with rage." See Full Story
Iman dialed Delicia’s number with a quiet smile playing on his lips. Weeks had passed since they last spoke properly, yet his heart still lived in the memories — the late-night conversations, the laughter that once felt endless, the future they never finished imagining.
The phone rang. Once. Twice.
Delicia: “Hello?”
Her voice sounded lighter than he remembered. Almost too light.
Iman: “Delicia… it’s me. I just wanted to check on you. How are you doing?”
There was a pause — brief, controlled — but Iman felt it settle deep in his chest.
Delicia: “I’m really good, Iman. Actually… I’m really happy.”
That word echoed louder than the silence around him.
Iman: “Happy? What’s making you so happy?”
Delicia: “I’m happy with King.”
The name slid into Iman’s heart like a blade made of ice.
Iman: “King? Who’s King?”
Delicia: “He’s my boyfriend. And he proposed to me.”
Silence.
Iman: “Proposed?”
Delicia: “Yes. He wants to marry me. And I said yes.”
Something inside Iman finally broke.
Iman: “So fast? You barely know him.”
Delicia: “I know him well enough. He treats me right.”
Iman: “He’s not right for you. You should stay away from him.”
Delicia: “Why are you so angry? Why do you sound… jealous?”
Delicia: “You’re jealous because you still love me.”
Delicia: “King makes me feel safe. wanted. loved.”
Delicia: “Your jealousy isn’t my responsibility anymore.”
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