"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 reach out to brush a gentle hand against his cheek, offering him what comfort I can. "Don't worry, sweetheart." I assure him, forcing a smile despite the ache in my heart. "You'll see him again. Mummy will make sure of that."


　　Royer tries to force a smile in return, but a sudden yelp of pain escapes him, causing me to wince in sympathy. "Hey, hey, take it easy, okay?" I soothe him, my heart aching at his suffering.


　　Before I can say another word, the door bursts open, and a flurry of activity fills the room as Royer's siblings rush towards his bedside. I breathe a sigh of relief as I watch them converge around him, their voices a cacophony of concern and love.


　　Thankfully, the room is a private suite with ample space and a comfortable bed, allowing the children to gather around Royer without feeling cramped. They bombard me with questions, their words tumbling out in a rush of worry and excitement.


　　"Mummy, I hope Royer will be fine."


CHAPTER 37