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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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“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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“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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