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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

Britta's eyes gleamed with cruel satisfaction.


A tsunami of despair and fury washed over me.


I grabbed Britta's hair and slammed her head against the wall with all my might.


One hit was all it took for her to start bleeding.


Seeing Britta's pitiful state, his eyes bulged with rage.


Behind him, Britta trembled as she touched her forehead, her legs too weak to stand.


I shoved him away and fell to my knees.


With shaking hands, I futilely tried to piece the shattered fragments together.


I didn't care that the glass was cutting my fingertips.


But no matter how I tried, the pieces wouldn't fit.


"It's broken! You can't put it back together!"


I shuddered violently, tears streaming down my face in silence.


Chapter 12