When Yohann found out, he was overwhelmed. His hands trembled as he embraced me tightly, whispering, "One day, I'll give you a good life, I promise."
But while I was focused on supporting Yohann, my mom couldn't stand the thought of me living this way. She called often, urging me to come back home. "If you marry and live far away, what will happen if you're mistreated?" she asked. "How can your father and I come to your side in time?"
At that time, I believed in the future Yohann and I were building, no matter how tough the present felt.
Not long after, Zandria returned from her time abroad, and everything changed.
Yohann's attention shifted away from me. He started signing up for all sorts of extreme activities, spending more and more time with her. They would go on adventures I could never even dream of trying.
Looking back now, I see how naive I was.
I closed Facebook, feeling drained, and decided to discharge myself from the hospital. When I finally got home, tired from it all, I slipped off my shoes just as Yohann walked out of the room. His eyes widened in surprise, but his expression quickly returned to indifference.
"You're back," he said, his tone flat.