My boyfriend has been saving up for a tiny apartment on the outskirts. He’s been working 3 jobs and his health got worse. He finally saved up $250k.
What he doesn’t know is that I’d been secretly saving too—quietly, slowly, stashing away every little bit I could without him noticing. We’ve been together six years. His name is Naveen, and he’s the kind of man who fixes other people’s problems before even glancing at his own.
The kind who gives his umbrella to a stranger in the rain and walks home soaked. When the pandemic hit and his dad passed, he took it on himself to support his whole family. Two sisters in school.
A mother who barely spoke after the funeral. I watched him stretch every muscle, take up a night-shift security job on top of working days at a warehouse and doing weekend deliveries. And all this time, he still showed up with a smile for our Tuesday night biryani tradition.
Still kissed my forehead before collapsing into sleep. So when I saw his cough get deeper and the dark circles settle in like bruises, I knew he wouldn’t stop for himself. But maybe he would stop for me—if I gave him a reason.
See, what he didn’t know is that I’d been working too—quietly tutoring online, selling crafts on Etsy, even running a tiny food page on Instagram that surprisingly took off. I didn’t want him to know. I wanted it to be a gift.
Not just money. A future. The thing is, he’s been dreaming of that apartment forever.
A small, one-bedroom on the outskirts of Toronto, where the rent would be cheaper. He pictured a little balcony garden. Room for his mom when she visits.
But I could see further than that. We’re not rich, and we don’t come from families with trust funds or safety nets. We come from hard-working, proud people who lived paycheck to paycheck and always gave what little they had.
But I wanted to break that cycle. So for nearly four years, I matched him silently. Not dollar for dollar—but effort for effort.
When he put in six hours of overtime, I stayed up late finishing custom crochet orders. When he skipped dinner to make a late delivery, I skipped UberEats and cooked from scratch, putting the leftover cash in my secret high-interest savings account. By this spring, I’d saved just over $210k.
I was going to surprise him. I had it all planned out. Until two weeks ago, when something shifted.
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