"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.

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　　I stared at the screen, with deep hatred in both my eyes. My stomach twisted in knots as I watched the captured scenes where Zeke was gentle, nice, and very attentive to all of Kamille's needs.


　　She was one hell of a bitch, and oh, she got balls to show up at dinners when she was supposed to be dead.


　　"Father," I called out again. "How can Zeke take Kamille out when I'm still in his house? How can he do that to me?"


　　My father's eyes never left the screen, his expression as cold and calculating as ever. "The more reason our revenge should be done in silence so that when it hits, it will have a loud and long-lasting impact on them."


　　I nodded, swallowing hard. "Okay, Father." I forced myself to look back at the screen, my anger bubbling to the surface. Kamille's face filled the television, and I sneered, "Pathetic. She always finds a way to make everything about her, doesn't she?"


　　Just then, the phone rang. I picked it up, my hands shaking. "Hello Becky,"


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