"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

　　I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for startling her. "I'm sorry, Nanny Dona," I apologized, my voice tinged with regret. "I'm sure I must've startled you, didn't mean to alarm you. It was just me coming in."


　　Nanny Dona nodded understandingly, her warm smile putting me at ease. "No need to apologize, dear," she reassured me, her gentle tone soothing my frazzled nerves. "I just wanted to make sure everything was alright."


　　Grateful for her concern, I handed her the pizza and ice cream, offering a sheepish smile. "Thank you, Nanny Dona," I said sincerely.


　　With a reassuring pat on my shoulder, Nanny Dona led the way back into the living room where we joined my kids in the living room.


　　As I entered the cozy living room, the sight of my children filled me with warmth and joy. "Hello my darlings," I greeted them with a smile, their excited faces lighting up at the sound of my voice. "How are you guys doing?"


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