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Chapter 1 Chapter 1 He said that he would not marry her.
Because as his wife, she must prepare three meals a day, take care of her husband and children, and serve her parentsâinâ
law.
He couldnât bear to let her go.
I stared at the screen and felt like something was pressing on my chest, making it hard to breathe.
But I didnât argue or make a fuss.
The next day, I went back to the TV station.
Jackson didnât know that I also had a form.
It was an application form for transfer to Africa.
I was going to be a war correspondent.
The moment I signed my name, I took a deep breath.
The person I really loved was still on the battlefield.
I was going to find him back.
âYouâre going back to being a doctor?!â
The exclamation rang out abruptly in the hospital corridor that morning.
I handed over my reassignment application form, my tone unusually calm.
âYes, Iâd like to be stationed permanently in the DRC.â
The director froze for a moment, taking the form from me, his frown deepening as he read.
âZoey...â
He sighed softly, as though struggling to find the right words.
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Chapter 1 âThree years ago, your work in the DRC impressed everyone. But now? You just started your marriage leave! Youâre about to get marriedâhow can you take such a risk?â
He stared at me, clearly waiting for a reasonable explanation.
I lowered my eyes, my fingers pressing lightly together. Then, after a brief pause, I spoke softly.
âIâm not getting married anymore.â
âWhat?â
The directorâs expression turned to shock.
I raised my head, meeting his gaze directly, my tone resolute:
âYes, Iâm calling off the wedding.â
Last night.
Jackson had gone out to shop for wedding tableware and asked me to send him the list of items saved on his computer.
When I opened the folder labeled âWedding Plans,â I accidentally clicked into another sheet.
It was a record of his past relationships.
Six women, each meticulously documented with details like height, appearance, family background, and personality traits.
My entry was at the very top.
Name: Zoey.
Family Background: Orphaned, simple social connections.
Personality: Dutiful, motherly, unambitious.
Remarks: Good at housework, capable of bearing children.
The most glaring part was a line he had highlighted in yellow:
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My fingers froze on the keyboard, a wave of heat rising to my eyes.
After a few seconds, I took a deep breath and scrolled down.
The evaluations for the other women were equally cold and clinical:
âExtravagant lifestyle, not considered.â
âLazy habits, not considered.â
âHas a younger brother, not considered.â
Until the final entry.
The womanâs name was Sara. Her page contained no ratings or detailed analysis.
It was blankâexcept for a single line in the remarks section:
âYou are a bird, destined to soar proudly into the distance.â
Her name is Sara This time, I didnât hesitate.
I closed the folder, deleted all the files, and opened another one.
It was my unfinished application formâfor a position as a doctor in the DRC.
Not long ago, Iâd heard they were desperately in need of a surgeon.
As I signed my name at the bottom of the form, I finally understood:
I was never meant to stay in a cage that shackled a bird.
But more importantly, the man I truly loved was still there.
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