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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

As I regained consciousness, the faint scent of disinfectant lingered in my nostrils.


I had been transferred to a hospital back home in the States.


The doctor informed me that I had spent a full two weeks in the ICU.


My internal organs were severely bruised, and I had sustained a gunshot wound to my shoulder.


But amid the misfortune, there was a silver lining.


My spleen hadn't ruptured, and the bullet hadn't caused a through-and-through injury.


The blood loss wasn't critical, which is why I managed to hang on until the peacekeeping forces arrived to rescue me.


I knew with certainty that it was because Lucas had shielded me twice.


I reached out to everyone I could possibly contact, desperately seeking information about his whereabouts.


But they all told me the same thing - the situation had been too chaotic, and Lucas's body was never found.


Due to the rising casualty count, Doctors Without Borders had suspended their operations in North Kivu Province.


Chapter 32