"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

　　"First, you are alive. Secondly, you have four kids? What other shock of our lives are you keeping from us?" Belle asked. She uncovered the big bottle of liquor, filled up the shot glass, and turned everything into her mouth. Then she wrinkled her face as the alcohol slapped in.


　　"Why didn't you say anything to us? Why didn't you reach out, at least so we should have known you were safe. It would have saved us the heartbreaks we had to go through, thinking you were dead." Amanda voiced.


　　"Yes," Belle concurred. "I mourned you for many months. I couldn't even do my job effectively at the office, always getting queries because I had a series of breakdowns once the thought of you crossed my mind.


　　"Yes," Amanda started hers. "I couldn't even create for months. Words became blurry, designs were too ugly and audios sounded too solemn. I was so broken that it required so much effort to get me back on track." She said,


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