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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

I was awakened by a throbbing headache.


Peeling open my eyelids, I lay in a daze for a good while before realizing the ceiling above me was the one in my home.


Yesterday, I had no idea how I'd made it back.


I got up to pour myself a glass of lukewarm water.


Lucas sat in the living room, his expression dark.


"Is this how you behave as the lady of the house?"


My voice hoarse, I asked, "Where's my camera?"


He crossed his arms with a sneer, "Didn't you say Fintan should take more photos of her?"


My brain struggled to process each word coming out of Lucas's mouth.


He had actually given my mom's camera to Britta?


Chapter 11