Chapter 55: Chapter 55

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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 parents–in–

law.

He couldn’t 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 didn’t argue or make a fuss.

The next day, I went back to the TV station.

Jackson didn’t 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.

“You’re going back to being a doctor?!”

The exclamation rang out abruptly in the hospital corridor that morning.

I handed over my reassignment application form, my tone unusually calm.

“Yes, I’d like to be stationed permanently in the DRC.”

The director froze for a moment, taking the form from me, his frown deepening as he read.

“Zoey...”

He sighed softly, as though struggling to find the right words.

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Chapter 1 “Three years ago, your work in the DRC impressed everyone. But now? You just started your marriage leave! You’re about to get married–how can you take such a risk?”

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.

“I’m not getting married anymore.”

“What?”

The director’s expression turned to shock.

I raised my head, meeting his gaze directly, my tone resolute:

“Yes, I’m calling off the wedding.”

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 “Wedding Plans,” 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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Chapter 1 “Suitable for marriage.”

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:

“Extravagant lifestyle, not considered.”

“Lazy habits, not considered.”

“Has a younger brother, not considered.”

Until the final entry.

The woman’s name was Sara. Her page contained no ratings or detailed analysis.

It was blank–except for a single line in the remarks section:

“You are a bird, destined to soar proudly into the distance.”

Her name is Sara This time, I didn’t hesitate.

I closed the folder, deleted all the files, and opened another one.

It was my unfinished application form–for a position as a doctor in the DRC.

Not long ago, I’d 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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