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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

In the dead of night, the transport truck pulled into the center.


As usual, we loaded the children into the dumpsters.


However, just as we finished, gunshots rang out in the center's main hall.


Lucas and I blanched, sprinting towards the commotion.


Armed men had broken in, claiming they'd received word that Hutu children were being hidden here.


Cooperating with their search, neither submissive nor defiant.


I watched as they viciously kicked down doors, ransacking every corner of each room.


I was so tense I felt like I might throw up.


They turned everything upside down but found nothing.


After threatening us, they were about to leave when.


Suddenly someone outside shouted that they'd spotted the transport truck that had just left.


The men immediately cursed, all rushing out.


The last armed man to leave roared, angrily hurling a grenade into the hall.


In that split second between life and death.


Chapter 29