When Delicia tells Iman on the call that King proposed to her, Iman is filled with rage."

 When Delicia tells Iman on the call that King proposed to her, Iman is filled with rage."

Feb 3,2026

Iman dialed Delicia’s number with a quiet smile on his face. It had been weeks since they last spoke properly, and despite everything, a part of him still cared deeply. The phone rang twice before she answered.

“Hello?” Delicia’s voice was bright, almost musical.

“Delicia… it’s Iman,” he said softly. “I was just calling to check on you. How are you doing?”

There was a pause—just a second—but Iman noticed it. Then her tone lifted even more.

“I’m perfectly fine, Iman. Actually… I’m really happy,” she said with a little laugh 😊

Iman’s eyebrows pulled together. Happy? That wasn’t what he expected.

“That’s good to hear,” he replied carefully. “What’s making you so happy?”

“Well,” Delicia said, sounding excited now, “I’m happy with King.”

The name hit Iman like a sudden cold wind. His heart skipped a beat.

“King?” he repeated. “Who’s King?”

Delicia smiled on the other end of the line, unaware of the storm building inside him.

“He’s my new boyfriend,” she said. “And… he proposed to me for marriage.”

Silence.

Iman’s grip tightened around his phone. His chest felt heavy, like something precious had just slipped out of his hands. His mind raced with a thousand thoughts—memories of late-night talks, shared dreams, quiet laughter. And now… this.

“Proposed?” he finally said, his voice low.

“Yes,” Delicia replied happily. “He wants to marry me. And I said yes.”

Something inside Iman snapped. The calm he had been holding onto shattered into sharp, burning jealousy 🔥

“So fast?” he said, unable to hide the edge in his voice. “Delicia, you barely know this guy.”

“I know him well enough,” she answered confidently. “He treats me right.”

Iman stood up from his chair, pacing the room.

“That guy is not right for you,” he said harshly. “You should stay away from him.”

Delicia went quiet for a moment. Then she laughed lightly—not mocking, but amused.

“Why are you so angry, Iman?” she asked gently. “Why do you sound… jealous?”

Iman stopped walking.

“Jealous?” he repeated. “I’m just being honest. I care about you.”

Delicia smiled again, her voice calm and steady.

“Then be honest with yourself too,” she said. “You’re jealous because you still have feelings for me.”

Iman swallowed hard. Her words hit deeper than he expected.

“You moved on,” he said. “So quickly.”

“Maybe I just chose happiness,” Delicia replied softly. “Something I couldn’t find before.”

Iman felt a mix of pain and pride.

“And you think this King is your happiness?”

“Yes,” she said without hesitation. “He makes me feel safe. Wanted. Loved 💖”

The word loved echoed painfully in Iman’s mind.

“Delicia,” he said, his tone dropping, “what if he hurts you?”

“Then I’ll face it,” she answered. “But I won’t stop living because of fear.”

Iman closed his eyes. He wanted to protect her. He wanted to pull her back into the world where he still mattered.

“I just don’t trust him,” he said. “And I don’t like seeing you with someone else.”

Delicia sighed gently.

“I know, Iman. But your jealousy isn’t my responsibility.”

That hurt.

“I never wanted to lose you,” he whispered.

“You didn’t lose me,” she said. “You let me go.”

There was another long silence between them. Two hearts on opposite sides of the same memory.

Finally, Delicia spoke again, her voice kind but firm.

“I hope one day you’ll be happy too, Iman. But today… I am.”

Iman said nothing.

The call ended.

He stood there, staring at his phone, realizing that love doesn’t always leave loudly. Sometimes, it walks away smiling—while you’re still burning with what you never said 💔