Love Island star dumped by bombshell Harrison in cruel twist – as fans demand they're brought BACK for Casa Amor
Love Island fans say they'd already spotted a big sign Harrison was going to choose this Islander
IT IS... Love Island star dumped by bombshell Harrison in cruel twist – as fans demand they're brought BACK for Casa Amor
LOVE Island star Malisha has been dumped by bombshell Harrison in a cruel twist - as fans have demanded they're brought back for Casa Amor.
Last night's explosive episode saw the new Islander faced with choosing between Toni and Malisha, after they both found themselves single in the latest recoupling.
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A Love Island star has been dumped by bombshell Harrison in a cruel twist
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Toni was triumphant on the date
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It's goodbye to Malisha after Harrison chose Toni instead
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They both then went on a date with new bombshell Harrison, who would ultimately decide who will return to the villa and who will be going home.
Viewers watched as the footballer sat down to meet both of the girls.
And tonight, the footballer made his decision and picked Toni to stay in the villa, sending Malisha home as a result.
The cruel twist has left fans gobsmacked, but many had already predicted the result and now want Malisha back for Casa Amor.
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On X, one person wrote: 'Justice for Malisha, bring her back for Casa."
A second added: 'I'd love to see Malisha come back for Casa and make everyone squirm."
And a third said: 'Malisha didn't even get a proper send her off. Bring her back for Casa?"
Yesterday, after watching both dates play out, fans immediately picked up on a HUGE clue who Harrison was going to choose to couple up with, and who would be dumped.
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During his date with Toni, it was revealed that they both attended the same college in Florida, which fans think make it "obvious" he is going to pick her.
Furious Love Island viewers slam cliffhanger ending after MAJOR twist sees star dumped by bombshell just moments after meeting
And low and behold, he did.
Viewers also picked up on the fact that they had "more chemistry" than he had with Malisha, and said this "gave away" who he will choose.
Plus, before going in the villa, Harrison said he found "American girls more attractive than British ones" - and Toni is from the US.
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ans immediately headed to X/Twitter to share their theory, with one saying: "They set up Malisha omg sending in a guy who lives in America and likes American girls wtf #LoveIsland."
"Lives in Miami? This is our guy for Toni #LoveIsland," said another.
This one tweeted: "I feel like his date with Toni went a bit smoother than with Malisha and they obvs have a better connection but who knows…"
Another said: "He has way more chemistry with Toni plus he loves American girls and they went too the same college - so obvious."
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