Novels by Uyai Jimmy

RachelBy the time Rachel arrived at the office that morning, she had already convinced herself that everything was under control.The accident had shaken things, yesbut it hadn’t broken them. Damian was alive. Recovering. The board had been calmed, investors reassured, press statements carefully worded. She had worked through the night to make sure nothing slipped through the cracksThis was what she did best.She stepped into the elevator, straightened her jacket, and checked her reflection in the mirrored walls. Composed. Professional. Untouchable. The faint floral scent she wore was expensive reassuringly around her. Familiar. Safe.The elevator doors slid open.Something was wrong.Her assistant didn’t look up immediately when Rachel walked past her desk. That alone was unusual. Normally, there was an instant greeting, a flurry of updates.“Good morning,” Rachel said briskly.“Oh,good morning,” the assistant replied, a beat too late. “Mrs. Damian called earlier. She said she’d

LydiaThe morning at the hospital arrived without ceremony. No dramatic light through the windows.Just the same sterile brightness, humming machines, and the quiet weight pressing against my chest.I bent silently over my husband.Damian was still asleep. His breathing was steady now, deeper than it had been the night before, as though his body had finally decided to forgive him for surviving. Tubes ran from his arm, the oxygen mask resting loosely against his face. For the first time since the accident, he looked almost peaceful.A folded note lay on the bedside table, partly hidden beneath his phone.I picked it up.Take care, honey. Don’t think too much. I’ll be fine.My fingers tightened around the paper.The words were meant to soothe, to reassure. Once, they would have worked. Once, I would have clung to them like a prayer. But now they felt strangely hollow, like something written by a man who believed reassurance was the same thing as truth.My mind wandered despite myself, lo

The oxygen mask was suffocating, but it was also a shield. It allowed me to hide the grimace of fear that kept wanting to twist my face. I was staring at the ceiling, feeling every bruise from the minor wreck I’d actually been in,the one I’d staged to cover the real mess.Lydia was perched on the edge of the chair, looking utterly worn out. The relief in her eyes when I "woke up" had been a shot of pure, powerful adrenaline."You really scared me, Damian," she murmured, her voice rough with fatigue.I managed a dry, painful whisper past the edge of the mask. "I... I know. I'm sorryShe shook her head slowly, looking at her hands. "Don't apologize for surviving. Just tell me what happened. The police report was so vague.For a seconds I thought I had lose you “"It's... hazy," I rasped. "I remember the lights. Too fast. Trying to swerve. Then... pain. And the smell of smoke." I paused, forcing a shudder. "I just... crawled out. I didn't want to die alone on the side of the road. I want

The hospital room was too bright.so aggressively clean, as if the world was trying to scrub away the ugliness of what brought me here. Bleach and fear sank into my lungs with every breath.I sat there, hands clasped together like a woman of faith, even though my heart had turned into something colder. How did everything I planned so perfectly flip on me like this?My thoughts were an ugly knot.I was Lydia the wronged wife, the calculating wife,the silent one, the wife who was supposed to be winning. I should have been laughing in some dark corner while his empire cracked one tile at a time.Instead, I sat in a hospital waiting room like a woman begging for crumbs from fate.A small voice in my head whispered, Was this what revenge looked like? waiting for a man who betrayed me?then,a soft Intentional tap brought me back to reality.I opened my eyes and saw Rachel.Of all people.“Ma’am…” she breathed, eyes wet, voice tight. “We heard the news. I rushed here. How,how is the boss?”

I was close to the dining table when a sudden thought flashed across my mind,I had forgotten to send Ava the message.I stopped mid-step, turned sharply, and rushed back to my room.My hands worked quickly, almost on instinct. I snatched my phone from the vanity, unlocked it, and navigated straight to the blocked accounts list. There she was.I hit unblock without hesitation. My pulse thudded heavily as I opened our chat.Let’s meet tomorrow.I typed the words calmly, then followed them immediately with the location.A second later, her silent beep came through.“Okay.”I stared at the single word and exhaled with a faint, bitter smile.“Ava was never tired of anything,” I murmured. “She was meant to ruin me.”I dropped my phone gently on the vanity table and headed back out to the dining area. The house felt unusually still, as if it were holding its breath along with me.“Give me bruised pork for dinner,” I said to the chef as I walked past.He nodded, turning toward the kitchen.I l

“I’ll make Damian pay for everything. IIwhispered to myself as I stepped out of the hotel’s glass doors, the cold night air slapping my face with sharp clarity.My heels echoed against the pavement as I hurried to the car. I didn’t look back ,not at Damian, not at Ava, not at the mess I was leaving behind on that polished hotel floor. Let them sit in their silence and choke on the truth Damian hid for years.I slid into the driver’s seat with trembling hands. My chest felt tight, my throat burning, my eyes stinging with tears I refused to let fall. I started the engine and pulled away from the hotel, the neon lights blurring into streaks of blue and gold through my vision.My mind went wild.Everything that had just happened played on repeat in my head like a cruel movie I couldn’t turn off.I could hear Damian's voice “I had a vasectomy.”And Asha word to us“I’m pregnant… for you.”My own voice echoing back at me:“You made a decision that affects both of us, and you hid it?”The