"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

　　Mr Rogers set the camera into my tie and hid well behind the tie clip. Once I was all set, I stepped out of the car and walked up to the entrance of the Mansion.


　　Ellen greeted me at the door, her appearance sending a jolt of surprise through me. She was dressed in attire that left little to the imagination, her clothing provocatively revealing as she stood before me with a smirk playing at her lips.


　　She wore a form-fitting, low-cut top that accentuated her ample cleavage, the fabric clinging to her curves in all the right places. The neckline plunged dangerously low, drawing the eye to the swell of her bosom.


　　Her skirt was equally revealing, skimming her thighs and riding up provocatively as she moved, revealing a generous amount of leg. The fabric was sleek and figure-hugging, emphasizing her curves and drawing attention to her slender waist.


　　Once a bitch, always a bitch. I smirked.


CHAPTER 89