"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.

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　　"Come on now Zeke. You know I love stories." He smiled sheepishly.


　　"No Jonathan. You don't love stories, you love to hear tales of other people's lives." I responded, holding back from saying the actual word.


　　"Hehehehe." He giggled. "Literally that's the same thing."


　　I rolled my eyes. "Now what were you saying about Kamille and Ellen's family?" I asked.


　　Jonathan's eyes widened in disbelief. "You haven't seen it?" He exclaimed incredulously. "It's on the tabloids, it's every-fucking-where! Very disgusting and inhumane treatment Kamille faced. Hurry now and check your phone while I go get your coffee ready."


　　As Jonathan stepped out of the room to fetch my coffee, I took a moment to collect myself, my mind still reeling from our conversation. But as I reached for my phone, a sense of dread washed over me as I saw the numerous missed calls and messages from Rogers, my assistant.


CHAPTER 42