Mrs.Dos: Dylan, what are you doing ( while shedding tears)? What could have made you hit your own dad, and not just that, you hit a woman! I can no longer call you my son because you have changed!
Dylan: No mother, you don....
Mrs.Dos: No! I don't want to hear anything. Just look at your father and the woman you hit. Look at them! He is your father, and she? She is your childhood friend, not to mention that she is pregnant for you! You are a shame! To all mankind.
Tyla: Mother!
You have to know the truth before putting blames on Dylan! You call your son shamless? What about your husband! He is an epitome of disgrace to all of mankind!
Mrs dos: Tyla! Don't talk about my husband like that, ever again!
Tyla: Mother, I will say it! I will say what I want to say! Today, we have found out who your husband truly is! He is a cheat! And a liar!
Mrs.Dos: Tyla!( She slaps her across the face.)How dare you!
Dylan: Mother enough!
Enough. You have no right to raise your hands to my wife. Why? Is it my fault you don't want to wisen up and see the truth? Don't ever try this again.
Mrs.Dos: Dylan? Are you really talking to your mother that way? What has come over you!
Dylan: The truth, mother! The truth. The truth which you can't see. Now listen, do you know that your husband has been cheating on you, in fact!
He is the one responsible for Candy's pregnancy!
Candy: Dylan! What are you saying? Do you really think that your own father is responsible for my pregnancy? Such a cheap thought!
Tyla: You must be stupid to say that. Do you really think we are here to play games? You think we won't come here with evidence. Well, listen up, we have all the chats and messages between you and father.
Here mother, look.
Mrs.Dos takes a look at the messages as she becomes weak in the knees.
Mrs.Dos: This, this can't be true.
Dylan: it is the truth, mother, everything you see here us real
Mrs.Dos: Shut up! Just shut up!
How shrude can you be Dylan, framing your own father, how dispeakable of you!
Tyla: Mother, this is not fake.
Dylan: No, tyla, let it be, since mother doesn't want to listen to us, then we have no option but to leave this house.
Jackson: My son, what are you saying?
Dylan: Don't! You ever call me your son again!
Come on, tyla, let's go. We'll send someone to get our stuff later.
Mrs.Dos: Dylan wait. If you leave this house today, then you will never return.
Dylan: deal. ( he holds tyla by the hand as they walk out of the door ).
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General FictionDylan Dos, son of Jackson dos, who is under pressure to find a wife, since his parents think he is gay. Dylan meets Tyla, a fashion designer who works for Louis vuitton in a very compromising position at a bachelors party. Tyla does not know the ma...
