Chapter 1
He said that he would not maty le
Because as his wife, she must prepare three meals a day, take ente 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 breachie, But I didn’t argue or make a firm.
The next day, I went back to the TV station.
Jackson did know that I also had a form
It was an application forms for transfer to Africa.
I was going to be a war correspondent.
The moment I signed my name, I took a deep bromb
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.
Thanded over my reassignment application form, my tone unusually calm.
“Yes. I’d like to be stationed permanently in the DBC
The directar fare 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.
“Three years ago, your work in the D&C 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.
Howered my eyes, my fingers pressing lightly together. Then, after a brief pause. I spoke softly.
Tmad getting married anymore.”
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.”
Jackson had gone out to shop for wedding tableware and asked me to send hug 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 trains.
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My entry was at the very logi
Tamily Backgrounds Orphans
antal combections.
Personality: Dusital, motherly, imajburimis,
Remarks Good at homework, capable of beating children.
The most glaring part was a line he had highlighted in yellow
“Stable 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 aul cliccal:
“Extravagam 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 analys
It was black–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 DBC.
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 truly loved was still there.
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