"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

　　Zane's presence was more than enough torture, but his gaze made me feel suffocated. Before the dance floor, Amanda's question made me curious, but he did not give a response.


　　I could not help but wonder if Zane was actually into those kinds of things and sort of ladies. If he was, then was he playing with me? Or was that why he said he could not love me?


　　I sighed as I made my way back to my seat from the dance floor. As I was about to sit, I noticed his eyes following my movements, making me hyper-aware of every move I made.


　　It wasn't just his eyes, though. It was the way his hands had lingered on my waist while we danced earlier, the gentle pressure that had left an imprint on my skin long after the music had ended.


　　His touch had been firm, but now it felt like it was aiding his eyes in their pursuit, roaming over me in ways that made my skin tingle and my heart race.


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