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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

Something hard fell from the tree, hitting me squarely on the forehead.


I howled in pain, hissing through my teeth.


I picked up the object and examined it.


Many people who work and live in war zones carry these, to help identify them in case of accidental death.


I thought it might belong to some soldier who'd left it behind.


But when I turned it over, I saw engraved on its face: [Lucas].


I rubbed the letters repeatedly, in disbelief.


Only then did I notice that the tree I'd been leaning against was different from the others.


It was much taller, with wavy, dark green leaves.


And the soil at its base was blackish in color.


As I kept looking, it suddenly dawned on me.


I frantically began digging into the soil with my bare hands.


I dug until my fingernails were caked with dirt and blood.


As I kept digging, a section of white bone emerged.


Chapter 39