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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.

My Boyfriend Wants To Marry Me For His First Love

"You must be drunk to make up such stories!"


"What normal person would go there? It's such a poor and chaotic place..."


The fire in my heart flared up a bit more.


There are many people there besides me!


Doctors Without Borders, peacekeeping forces, aid workers...


"Not only have I been there, I stayed for a whole year."


"I've seen them fight over mineral resources, visited Ebola treatment centers, and distributed food aid with UN staff..."


"Also," I swirled the drink in my hand.


"There are no yellowfin tuna in the Mediterranean Sea because they prefer tropical waters. The pilgrimage route isn't in Portugal, it's from France to Spain. And Mount Rushmore has been closed to climbing since 2019."


I narrowed my eyes, "Britta, lying isn't good. It's too easy to get caught."


Chapter 8