"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 waited patiently for my father to continue his story. It would be a crazy revelation to find out grandma Monica was no saint.


　　"She hated me." My father confessed, his voice heavy with emotion. "And it messed me up so badly. That's why I decided to love all my kids equally."


　　His words hung in the air like a heavy shroud, casting a pall over the room. I reached out to him.


　　"Sorry father." I paused briefly. "Can you tell me what Grandma Monica did?" I asked softly, my voice tinged with curiosity and concern. "And what happened to Aunt Fiona?"


　　But my father shook his head, a haunted look in his eyes. "You shouldn't worry about that." He replied, his tone strained. "It's in the past, and it's better left there."


　　I pouted, feeling a surge of frustration welling up inside me. I wanted to understand, but I could see the pain etched into my father's features, and I knew that some wounds ran too deep to be reopened.


CHAPTER 53