"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

　　As I gazed into Chris's face, his presence irked me more with each passing moment. "Don't you think it's getting late, Mr. Chris?" I finally said, my tone carrying a subtle edge of authority.


　　Chris smiled, but there was something unsettling about it, his eyes glinting with a hidden agenda. "I think perhaps we both need to leave." He suggested smoothly, his words laced with a veiled threat.


　　I narrowed my eyes, refusing to back down. "Might I remind you that this is my fucking hospital, Mr. Chris." I reminded him firmly, my tone leaving no room for negotiation.


　　"You may be welcome to come and go as you please, but if your presence is a discomfort, with a snap of my fingers, I can have you thrown out."


　　For a moment, Chris looked taken aback, his smile faltering. But then, with a chilling smile, he simply replied, "Of course. See you around, Mr. Reid." Before turning to leave the reception area of the private ward.


CHAPTER 49