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 Angelina was Shocked When Brodie said Pamela was Pregnant.😱

[Scene: A quiet coffee shop in the afternoon. Angelina and Brodie sit across from each other. Brodie looks nervous, fidgeting with his coffee cup. Angelina sips hers casually, unaware of the storm coming.]

Angelina:
You’ve been acting weird all week, Brodie. What’s going on?

Brodie:
(avoiding eye contact)
Yeah… I know. I’ve been meaning to talk to you, but I just… didn’t know how.

Angelina:
(starting to look concerned)
Okay, now you’re really freaking me out. Just say it, Brodie. What happened?

Brodie:
(takes a deep breath)
Pamela’s pregnant.

Angelina:
(pauses mid-sip, eyes widening)
Wait… What?

Brodie:
(softly)
She told me last night. She took two tests. Both positive.

Angelina:
(sits back in shock, blinking rapidly)
Pamela. As in Pamela your ex? That Pamela?

Brodie:
Yeah…

Angelina:
(starts laughing in disbelief)
You’ve gotta be joking. Tell me this is some messed-up prank. Did Matt put you up to this?

Brodie:
(shaking head)
No joke. No prank. It’s real.

Angelina:
(getting louder)
How the hell is that even possible? You two broke up months ago. You said it was over!

Brodie:
It was. But… we hooked up. Once. It was stupid. I didn’t think—

Angelina:
(cutting him off)
You didn’t think? Brodie, what the hell were you doing with her again? You told me she was toxic! You practically cried to me about how she messed you up!

Brodie:
I know. I know. I was drunk, it was after that party at Nolan’s. It just… happened. I regretted it the second it was over.

Angelina:
(sarcastic)
Wow. How convenient. So what now? You're back with her?

Brodie:
No! God, no. I’m not getting back with her. But… I need to be responsible. If she’s really pregnant—if it’s mine—I can’t walk away from that.

Angelina:
(still trying to process)
You seriously think she’s telling the truth?

Brodie:
I don’t know. I’m getting a paternity test when it’s safe to. But either way… I have to deal with it.

Angelina:
(clutching her head)
This is insane. You’re about to be a dad?! With Pamela?! After everything?

Brodie:
I didn’t plan this. I didn’t want this.

Angelina:
Neither did I, Brodie! And now everything’s changed. You realize that, right?

Brodie:
(pained)
I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you. But I couldn’t keep it from you.

Angelina:
(softly, after a long pause)
I need some time. I can't even look at you right now without seeing... this whole mess.

Brodie:
I get it. Take all the time you need. I just—
(pauses)
I didn’t want you to find out from someone else.

Brodie:
(urgent, catching up to her)
Angie, wait! Please—just listen.

Angelina:
(turns around fast, voice sharp)
Don’t call me that. Not now.

Brodie:
I didn't come here to defend what I did. I came here to be honest with you. Because this—it’s bigger than just a mistake.

Angelina:
(mocking)
Oh, what’s next? She’s carrying twins? Or aliens? Or maybe… you planned this?

Brodie:
(serious, low voice)
It’s not just a pregnancy. It’s Pamela.

Angelina:
(stares, confused)
What’s that supposed to mean?

Brodie:
(swallows hard)
I think… I think she wanted this to happen.

Angelina:
(eyes narrow)
You think she trapped you?

Brodie:
I know how it sounds, but after we… after that night, she kept texting me weird things. About “fate” and “being bonded forever.” She even said—God, she said you’d be out of the picture soon.

Angelina:
(stiffens)
She what?

Brodie:
That’s why I had to tell you. I didn’t want to believe it, but… she’s not just being manipulative anymore. She's acting… obsessed.

Angelina:
(starts pacing)
This is unreal. You think she’d go that far? To fake a pregnancy or even sabotage protection?

Brodie:
I don’t know if she faked it. But I do know this isn’t normal. I found a sonogram picture in my mailbox yesterday. No name. No note. Just the photo.

Angelina:
(slowly)
That’s… actually insane.

Brodie:
And this morning… someone keyed my car. Deep scratches. Guess what it spelled?

Angelina:
What?

Brodie:
“Liar.”

Angelina:
(stares at him, voice lowering)
Are you sure this is just a pregnancy, Brodie? Or is Pamela pulling something darker?

Brodie:
(looks over his shoulder, voice tense)
I think she’s trying to make sure she gets what she wants. At any cost.

Angelina:
What does she want?

Brodie:
(pause)
Me. And no one else around me.

[A beat of heavy silence. A phone buzzes in Angelina’s bag. She pulls it out slowly. One new message. No contact name. Just a number.]

Text Message:
You should’ve walked away when you had the chance. He’s mine now. 🖤

Angelina:
(whispers)
She has my number?

Brodie:
(quietly)
I told you. She’s watching everything.

[Angelina stares at the message. Her hands tremble slightly.]

Angelina:
We need to go to the police.

Brodie:
And tell them what? That my ex is pregnant and might be crazy? They won’t do anything—not yet.

Angelina:
Then what do we do?

Brodie:
We stay ahead of her. We figure out what she’s really planning. And we don’t let her win.

[A slow zoom on Angelina’s face—part fear, part rage. The wind picks up. A shadow moves behind them, unnoticed.]

Angelina:
Then you better not be lying to me again, Brodie. Because if you are…

[She leans in, voice deadly soft.]

Angelina:
She won’t be the one you have to worry about.

Angelina:
(getting up slowly)
Thanks for the honesty, I guess. But Brodie… this changes everything. Don’t expect me to pretend it doesn’t.

[Angelina walks out, leaving Brodie staring at his untouched coffee, alone.]