Almost instantly, he responded. [Alright, I'll finish this project in about ten days. Then I'll get you.]
For the first time in a long while, I finally made the right choice.
Yohann and I have been together since our second year of university. When we graduated, while many of our friends were pursuing stable careers, Yohann had a different plan—he wanted to start his own business.
I could have followed my parents' wishes and returned home to take the civil service exam, but I didn't. Instead, I chose to stay by his side, determined to build a future together. It felt like the right thing to do.
The early days were rough. We lived in a cramped basement, eating expired instant noodles that cost less than one dollar. Money was tight, and every day felt like a new challenge.
Yohann would push himself beyond his limits, attending endless business meetings and drinking so much that he ended up with stomach bleeding. Seeing him suffer like that broke my heart.
I couldn't stand by and watch him struggle any longer, so I used the savings I had built up over the years to help with our living expenses. I didn't want to see him wear himself out.