"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 wrestled with the weight of these possibilities, one thing became abundantly clear: I needed to find Zeke, and fast. The longer he remained missing from my sight, the more precarious our situation became.


　　With a sense of urgency gripping my every move, I reached for my phone and dialed Mr Finley. As the call connected, I wasted no time in conveying my instructions, my voice firm and resolute.


　　"I need you to put a tail on Zeke." I said. "I need to know where he went last night, but it has to be discreet. No mistakes."


　　There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before the familiar voice of Mr. Finley echoed back. "Understood, Miss Manor." He replied, his tone serious. "I'll make sure it's handled with the utmost discretion."


　　But I wasn't finished yet. "And if necessary." I continued, my voice lowering to a whisper, "I want someone to go undercover. We can't afford to take any chances."


　　"Noted Miss." Mr. Finley replied.


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