hapter 1 

“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: 

“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: 

5.5% 

Chapter 1 

“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.