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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

For the next week, I was swamped with work.


Working out, familiarizing myself with the language, deciding on topics, contacting local guides...


During this time, Lucas kept texting me from different numbers.


"Vivienne, what did you mean that day?"


"Do we still have some things to talk about?"


"About what happened that day, I apologize on Britta's behalf."


"Tomorrow is the wedding, you'll come, right?"


Dragging my suitcase, I headed to the airport without hesitation.


As the morning light streamed through the cabin window, the plane took off.


There's no direct flight from New York City to Kinshasa, the capital of Congo.


The whole journey would take nearly twenty hours.


Enough time for me to revisit old dreams.


I put on the eye mask provided by the flight attendant.


Chapter 17