Havilworth

"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?" 

**** 
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

　　I was successfully the greatest joke of all time.


　　The walls felt like they were closing in on me, suffocating me with the weight of my impending doom. But what could I say? What could I do? So I just nodded, even though she couldn't see me, and muttered a lifeless, "Okay."


　　She hung up without another word, and I placed the phone back on the table, feeling even more drained than before. My mother looked at me, her eyes softening slightly as she tried to coax me into some semblance of cheerfulness.


　　"Belle, you made a good decision," she said gently. "This marriage will secure your future, and it's what's best for everyone. You should be happy."


　　Happy? The word felt foreign, like a distant memory of something I used to know. But now, happiness was just a concept that existed for other people. Not for me. Never for me.


CHAPTER 188