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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

After leaving the restaurant, I suddenly felt incredibly light.


All those burdens that had weighed on my heart dissipated one by one.


I took a detour to the flower shop where Lucas had bought an orchid for Mom.


She was loading the vacant flower pots onto a truck.


She smiled, "Not moving! Just want to try something else."


She made me a bouquet with the remaining lily of the valley, hyacinth, and olive branches in the shop.


"Here's to embracing new lives for both of us."


The sunset painted the sky with golden hues, like a sea of colorful clouds.


Suddenly, I received a call from the station manager.


"Ivor, your vacation might need to end early."


Chapter 42