"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

　　As the masked man fell down dead, Kamille's expression felt as if her hopes of finding out kids were thrown into a raving sea.


　　Her gaze at me also held unspoken fright for me and it caused my heart to ache. I could not bear for her to look at me like that. But almost immediately, she tore her gaze away from me and looked at the man lying in his own pool of blood.


　　Her cries gradually turned into frantic whispers. "No, no, no!" she scrambled out of my arms and fell to her knees beside the masked man. "Wake up! Tell me where my kids are!"


　　"Kamille, we have to go," I urged her.


　　She clung to me. "But my children, Zeke. We have to get them back."


　　"Our Children," I corrected. "We will. I promise."


　　Her desperation was heartbreaking, and I felt a surge of anger towards Ellen for orchestrating this nightmare.


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