"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

　　"I'm sorry," Kamille whispered between heaves, her voice laced with embarrassment.


　　"It's alright. I'm here," I reassured, holding her hair back and rubbing her back soothingly. At that moment, I realized the depth of how much gap her absence left in my heart. I missed listening to her talk about her day and the weather even when I act disinterested. I missed the times she was in my space, in my car, in my house and in my room. I missed Mrs Kamille Reid.


　　After she was done, we found our way back to the bedroom. Kamille's movements were sluggish, her words still slurred. I couldn't help but admire her delicate frame, but I knew better than to act on impulse. She would hate me forever.


　　"You should rest." I suggested but she began to undress, her actions a mixture of exhaustion and intoxication. I gulped hard.


　　"What are you doing?" I asked barely in control of the emotions I was battling with.


CHAPTER 14