"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?" 

**** 
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 arrived at my parent's home as soon as I received my mom's message. I stared and admired the familiar building for a while before I went in.


　　My parents' home exudes an air of refined elegance, with tasteful décor and luxurious furnishings adorning every corner.


　　"Aha, look who found his way home." I turned to see my mother walking gracefully towards me. She had on, one of the finest silk in London.


　　"Hello mother." I greeted and gave her a hug and a peck.


　　"Oh son, how have you been faring?" She asked.


　　"I have been good." I replied curtly.


　　My father strolled in just then. I took most of my features from him. He is a handsome man, just as my mom is very beautiful. Sadly, I was not privileged to have a sister as beautiful as she is.


　　"Good morning Sir." I greeted formally. That's how I was trained to address him, following the order of the ancient aristocrats.


　　"Hello son. Long time no see." My father's baritone voice echoed through the halls.


CHAPTER 21