When Envy Turned Deadly: A Hospital Confession

My recovery defied the doctors’ expectations. I could sit up, talk, and eat again. Yet one question haunted me: What really happened that night? One afternoon, Chike entered the ward in tatters. His eyes were puffy, his hands shook. He dropped his head and confessed, “It was us—Musa, Tunde, Emeka, and me. We poisoned you.” He admitted how jealousy drove them to poison me. Panicked by my condition, he finally called my father with the truth. “Your call saved me,” I told him when I learned it was his private number that rang that night. Chike fell to his knees, tears streaming. “I’m sorry. I just needed to set my conscience free.” I didn’t forgive him—at least, not yet. But I understood my father’s warning: envy can hide behind every smile.

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