"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

　　Calmly seated at the desk in my room, I scrolled through the evidence that was released on Liz and Gabriel. The video clips, the pictures and other recordings. There was too much evidence to be gotten just by anybody.


　　If Kamille had taken these pictures, made these videos and given them to Belle before dying, why would Belle wait till now to release them?


　　Belle was the only known friend of Kamille at the time of her death, but that fragile looking Belle did not look like she had the guts to do this.


　　I stood up and began to pace anxiously in my room. I needed to be sure a tail was placed on her. I walked back to the desk and picked up my phone. Dialing Mr. Finley's number, I waited for him to answer.


　　"Ms. Ellen," Mr. Finley echoed through the phone.


　　"Mr. Finley, there is someone I want you to place a tab on," I said immediately.


　　"Who might that be Ms. Ellen?" He asked.


CHAPTER 81