The Three Year Exile

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Three years ago, Preston sent me away to live abroad for the sake of his so-called white moonlight.

The first year, I snuck back, hoping for a reconciliation. He chased me away without mercy, warning me never to return.

The second year, I fell critically ill. I sent him a message from my hospital bed, begging to see him one last time.

Preston never replied.

In my third year abroad, I got married.

Preston had no idea. When the three-year term was up, he finally decided to send