"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

　　Taking a sip of his wine, I stared at Chris across the table, memories of Zeke flooded my mind. His image appeared vividly, his body pressed against mine, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down my spine. I couldn't help but blush at the thought, the heat rising to my cheeks as I recalled our closeness in the elevator.


　　Chris noticed my flushed cheeks and mistook it for a sign of being cold. "Are you cold?" He asked, concern etched in his voice.


　　I quickly shook my head, raising my hand to my cheeks and feeling the warmth radiating from them. "No, no, I'm not cold." I insisted, trying to suppress the embarrassment that threatened to engulf me.


　　But Chris wasn't convinced. "Are you sure? You look a little flushed." He persisted, his brow furrowing in worry.


　　I felt my cheeks growing even redder at his observation. "Um, maybe it's just the cold air in here." I stammered, my voice betraying my nervousness.


CHAPTER 33