"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

　　"Whoever did this must have had a reason," I muttered, more to myself than to Mr Rogers. "But what could it be? And why save my kids?"


　　Mr Rogers shrugged, his expression troubled. "It's a mystery, sir," he admitted. "But rest assured, we'll do everything in our power to find out who was behind this and why they did it."


　　I nodded, my mind whirling with possibilities. Whoever had saved my children was still out there, their motives unknown. But one thing was certain: I would stop at nothing to uncover the truth and ensure that justice was served.


　　While still trying to unravel the mystery surrounding the kids, my phone suddenly rang and I glanced at the caller ID. The lines of my forehead folded into a frown.


　　"Here," I said, stretching the phone to Mr Rogers. "Take this call,"


　　"Yes Mr, Reid." He replied and took the phone from my hands.


CHAPTER 88