Anthony Breaks Down Begging Amber: ‘I Was Wrong About Everything!

 Anthony Breaks Down Begging Amber: ‘I Was Wrong About Everything!

The tension in the room was heavy—thick with the weight of things unsaid, mistakes unhealed, and love that had been twisted by pride. Amber stood by the window, her arms crossed, the faint light catching the shimmer in her eyes. She wasn’t crying—yet. But her silence was louder than any argument they'd ever had.

Anthony stepped forward slowly, like every footstep might break the fragile ground between them.

**Anthony:**

"Amber… can you just… please, hear me out? I know you don’t owe me anything. But I need to say this."

Amber didn’t turn around. She stayed perfectly still. Still enough to make him nervous. But she didn’t leave either—and that, somehow, gave him hope.

**Amber (softly):**

"You had all the chances in the world, Anthony. Why now?"

He swallowed hard. His voice trembled—not with fear, but with the weight of regret.

**Anthony:**

"Because I see it now. All of it. What I did… what I didn’t do… the way I made you feel like you were just another option when you were everything."

She finally turned around, her eyes locking with his. Cold, unreadable.

**Amber:**

"You humiliated me. You let Shayla drag my name through the dirt. And you stood there."

**Anthony (stepping closer):**

"I was a coward. I was too worried about looking like the good guy to actually *be* one. I didn’t defend you, I didn’t protect us, and worst of all—I didn’t fight for you when you needed me."

His voice cracked at the last word. He was breaking—visibly, audibly. And for once, Anthony wasn’t hiding behind charm or jokes or that usual calm demeanor. He was raw.

**Amber (holding her ground):**

"Do you even know what you did to me? You made me feel like trash in front of everyone. Like I was some crazy ex-girlfriend clinging to a man who never wanted her."

**Anthony (pleading):**

"That was never true. I wanted you—*I still want you*. But I let people come between us. Shayla… her lies… the pressure from everyone around us. I should’ve trusted you. I should’ve trusted *us*."

Amber bit her lip, trying to stop the tears. She didn’t want to feel it. Not again.

**Amber:**

"And now you want to apologize? Now that Shayla’s out of the picture and people see through her games?"

**Anthony:**

"No. I’m not here because of Shayla. I’m here because I realized I was the problem. I pushed away the one person who had my back. You were the one who warned me. You told me she was manipulating things—and you were *right*."

A long silence. Amber looked away, blinking back emotion. This wasn’t the Anthony she knew—the overconfident, always-smooth talker. This was a man stripped down to his truth.

**Amber:**

"You should’ve believed me then. When it mattered."

**Anthony:**

"I know. And if I could go back, I would do it all differently. I would choose you, over and over, every time. I was wrong about you, about everything."

He stepped closer, eyes wet with tears.

**Anthony (voice shaking):**

"You don’t have to forgive me. I get it. But I need you to know… I never stopped loving you. And I’m sorry. I’m so damn sorry for every moment I made you feel like less."

**Amber (finally breaking):**

"Do you know how long I waited for you to say that? Do you know how many nights I cried thinking I was the crazy one?"

**Anthony:**

"I know. And I hate myself for it. I should’ve been your peace, not your pain."

Her tears finally spilled. She turned her face away, but Anthony stepped forward and gently placed his hand on her shoulder. She didn’t pull away.

**Anthony:**

"Tell me what to do to make it right. I’ll do anything, Amber. I swear to God."

**Amber (whispering):**

"You can’t fix the past, Anthony. But maybe… just maybe… you can start by being real. Like this. No lies. No games."

**Anthony (softly):**

"I can do that. I *will* do that. I just don’t want to lose you again."

She finally looked into his eyes—really looked. And for the first time in months, she saw the man she fell for. Not perfect, not polished, but real.

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### The Next Morning…

Word had spread. Piarry had seen them talking and told Wayne. Shayla, of course, was lurking online, throwing shady posts and vague captions. But for once, Anthony didn’t care about the noise. He only cared about the woman who meant everything.

Amber didn’t move back in. Not yet. But she did text him that night.

**Amber:**

*"You meant it, right?"*

**Anthony:**

*"Every word."*

**Amber:**

*"Then show me. Don’t tell me. Show me you’ve changed."*

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### Meanwhile… Shayla Was Not Having It

In another part of town, Shayla scrolled through her phone and saw the comments.

> “Amber & Anthony back?? 👀”

>

> “He finally apologized! About time 🙄”

Shayla threw the phone across the bed. She had spent months trying to control the narrative—tearing Amber down, keeping Anthony close. And now? It was all crumbling.

**Shayla (to herself):**

"That man was supposed to be mine."

But the truth was, he never really was.

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### Back to Anthony & Amber…

A few days later, Anthony surprised Amber with something small—but meaningful. Her favorite flowers. A quiet dinner. No cameras. No grand gestures.

Just him.

And that was enough… for now.

**Amber:**

"I’m not saying everything’s okay. But this? This is a start."

**Anthony (nodding):**

"I’ll take that. As long as it’s with you."

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**THE END…? Or a New Beginning?**

One thing’s clear: Anthony finally said what needed to be said. Whether Amber chooses to fully let him back in or not—this

 time, he’s not taking love for granted.

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