"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

　　He hesitated but eventually answered the call. "Hey, Kamille," he said, his voice steady. "Yeah, it's been rough. Amanda's on the line too? Okay, hold on." He looked at me, his eyes filled with concern. "Belle's here. She's... not good."


　　My strength drained out of me, and I collapsed onto the bed, feeling utterly defeated. Ben continued talking to Amanda and Kamille, explaining everything that had been happening while I just lay there, staring at the ceiling. Their voices blurred into a distant hum.


　　After what felt like an eternity, Ben ended the call and turned back to me. "Belle, how about we go out for a drink?" he suggested gently.


　　I nodded, suddenly feeling parched in my throat. "Yeah," I whispered. "I had to stop drinking for the baby... and now..." I couldn't finish my sentence as the tears came, hot and uncontrollably.


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