"Sign them. Now!" He threw the papers across the bed and they fluttered in front of me, taunting me with words boldly spelled on them. 
Divorce. 
My blood had fizzled out. I refused to believe this was happening. I had never filled myself with delusions of Ezekiel ever loving me, but I had truly believed we could both tolerate our obligations to each other. 
Perhaps I was just blinded by love. 
"You're breaking this marriage because of Ellen? Because of my sister?" 

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As though the death of her grandmother and a painful divorce weren't enough torture for one day, Camille Manor stands frozen in the face of a family annulment.
Letting go of her past life, she leaves for the States where she aims to start life afresh and raise her children not even the father knew about. Things change when she receives a shocking letter that changes everything. 
Now, after four years of staying away, Camille must return to London to face the lurking shadows of her past. But with her ex-husband back in her life, will her plans for revenge go smoothly? 
In the midst of exposing buried family secrets, she struggles to tame the feelings she still has for Zeke despite his betrayal while hiding his paternity over her children. Meanwhile, she takes down the Manor's one by one in a bid to reclaim the honor that was once hers.

Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet

　　"None of your business." She replied again. I sighed. I looked at her face again. She was a beautiful woman who used to be so happy and full of life. I took that away from her.


　　"At least you should ring your husband. He might be worried." I insisted.


　　"Oh Zeke, you should know better now that husbands don't worry about their wives that much. You were one yourself. Oh sorry, you ARE one yourself." She replied and gulped down her drink.


　　"You need to get home." I said ignoring the hurt in my heart.


　　"Make me daddy." She said with a pout, then began laughing. My heart skipped a beat when she called me daddy. But the adrenaline rush halted when I remembered the vodka bottles. She was drunk.


　　Negotiating with her was useless at this point because she could not even coordinate her own movement properly and there was no one around who came with her.


　　"Get up. Let's get you home." I said making to help her up from the chair.


CHAPTER 13