Chapter 1

On the eve of the wedding, I found a spreadsheet on Lucas' computer.

It was full of information about all the girls he had dated.

My message was: [Good character, suitable for marriage. ]

As for my first love, I said: [You are a bird, destined to soar proudly in the distant sky. ]

He said he would never marry her.

Because being his wife meant cooking three meals a day, raising children, and serving his parents.

He couldn't bear to see her do this.

I didn't yell or make a riot.

Instead, I returned to the TV station and applied to become a war correspondent in Africa again.

If it weren't for Lucas' face that looked like my first love, I wouldn't be with him.

And now, I'm going back to Africa to find the person I lost.

1

"You want to go back to being a war correspondent?!"

A sudden exclamation erupted in the TV station that morning.

I handed over my transfer request form.

"Yes, I want to be stationed in the Democratic Republic of Congo again."

"Ivor..." The station director was speechless for a moment.

"You were great as a war correspondent, everyone saw that three years ago, but you're about to get married now! You're still on your wedding leave!

"Going to such a dangerous place, would your husband agree?"

I fell silent for a moment.

"The wedding's off."

"What??"

Under the director's shocked gaze, I said firmly.

"Yeah, I'm not going through with the wedding."

Yesterday, Lucas went to buy wedding favors, and I sent him the category list from Fintan's computer.

I opened the spreadsheet called "Wedding Plan".

But I discovered it was his dating record.

Six girls, each with detailed information on height, appearance, and other details.

My entry was on the first page.

[Name: Vivienne.

[Family situation: No parents, simple social relationships.

[Personality: Good wife and mother type, content and obedient, no ambition.

[Notes: Can do housework, able to bear children.]

Finally, he highlighted a few words.

[Suitable for marriage.]

My heart sank instantly.After a brief pause, I continued flipping through the pages.

The other girls had similar evaluations.

[Extravagant and wasteful, not considered.]

[Lazy lifestyle habits, not considered.]

[Has a younger brother, not considered.]

But the last chart.

Except for the name and photo, it was completely blank.

Only one line of notes read:

[You are a bird, fly proudly towards distant horizons.]

Her name was Britta.