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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

But because of our hectic work schedules.


We didn't have many days together in the Democratic Republic of Congo.


Most of the time, we crossed paths in conflict zones.


While I frantically shot footage for my reports.


A fleeting touch of hands as we hurriedly passed each other.


And the internet connection was unreliable.


We often went days without receiving messages from each other.


But then they would suddenly flood into our phones all at once.


Pinging and dinging non-stop, in a jumbled order.


As if they too had just braved a hail of bullets.


Carrying the weight of our longing, stubbornly conveying our hearts' desires.


But the situation in North Kivu province was not looking good.


It was the day a village near Calais was attacked.


When we arrived on the scene, the armed militants hadn't fully retreated.


Security forces exchanged fire with them.


Chapter 25