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The nanny's daughter impersonated me and hooked up with Langdon.
Langdon came to marry me after inheriting the family business.
Fearing her deception would be exposed, the nanny's daughter fled but was accidentally killed in a car crash.
When Langdon found out, he thought I was responsible for her death, but still took me as his bride.
I married into the Langdon family with a joyful heart, only to face countless days and nights of torment.
After my third miscarriage, I finally resolved to bid farewell to my decade-long secret love and left for Ushuaia, said to be the farthest place from New York City.
But on the day of my departure, Langdon, as if gone mad, chased me to the airport begging me to stay.

After Miscarriage, I Fled to a Distant Land

He gripped my neck, resembling a cold-blooded snake flicking its tongue at me.


But in my memory, he wasn't like this at all.


Seeing me just staring blankly, looking as if it had nothing to do with me, the doctor again wore an expression of exasperation.


"Miss Carlisle, I'm sorry to inform you that you will likely never be able to have children again."


My best friend looked at me with sympathy upon hearing this: "Melody, I really regret not walking home with you that day after school."


I didn't respond. Looking at the newly budding willow trees outside the window, I simply asked to myself: "Where's the farthest place from America?"


The sudden change of topic confused her, but she still answered: "Ushuaia, Argentina."


Perhaps falling for someone really does happen in an instant. The year I met Langdon, I was fifteen.


It was that awkward period of adolescence and growth, and my face was covered in acne, making me very insecure.


That day, I was heading home as usual when I was suddenly cornered by some boys from my class. They trapped me in a corner, shouting the nickname they'd given me: "Toad, Toad!"


At that age, one's self-esteem is particularly fragile. I didn't dare to talk back, I just crouched on the ground and cried.Then, Langdon appeared, a cliché hero saving the damsel in distress, yet my heart began to skip beats from that day on.


He helped me up from the ground, dusted off my clothes, gently wiped away my tears, and even fixed my messy braids.


At that moment, I felt like even an angel's descent couldn't compare.


So, at fifteen, Melody had her own little secret. She believed meeting Langdon was the luckiest thing that had ever happened to her.


But now, I want to tell her: This is the most regrettable thing you'll ever do in your life.


After being discharged from the hospital, I took the divorce papers, intending to find Langdon. The driver told me he had gone to the bar again.


Amidst the neon lights and alcohol, I pushed through the crowd and saw him with his arm around a woman who looked somewhat similar to Meadow. His friends were constantly teasing him.


"Jing Nian, I'm so jealous of you. You've got a pampered princess at home and so many girlfriends outside. Your darling must be so understanding!"


"Exactly! And I've met your wife. She's totally wrapped around our Langdon's finger!"A burst of malicious laughter erupted, and then someone chimed in:


"But it's been so long since it happened. You've investigated and found out that Melody had nothing to do with what happened back then. You should let it go and try to live a good life now."


Langdon suddenly stood up and started punching and kicking in the direction of the voice, sneering as he spoke: "Melody is nothing but a bitch! My Meadow is dead, and you're telling me she's completely innocent? Why the hell should I try to have a good life with her!"


Chapter 4