Eric Ferguson Divorce Novels & Stories

Ignoring Astrid’s pleas, he forced the pen into her hand. A tear fell onto the divorce agreement. Astrid’s tears finally flowed down as she stared at Joshua’s clear signature on the agreement, a name that made her heart ache so much she could barely breathe. The pen was smooth, and she almost signed her name without hesitation. Joshua, the man she had loved for three years, said he didn’t want her. No, she couldn’t let this happen. Joshua was her life. She couldn’t imagine a day without Joshua, even if he didn’t like her.

I laughed once at something he said that was genuinely a little funny. I was impeccable. He noticed nothing. He left at 9 AM for a meeting in his own company with his legal team. He kissed my cheek lightly at the door—naturally, like we’d already settled into a routine—then told me he'd be back early in the afternoon, and then he was gone. I waited until I heard the elevator close. Then I moved. I called Elio first. "This is about Clark Sterling," I said as soon as he picked up. "I need his financial activity from the date of my divorce to the date he first contacted me. Pull everything you can find in four hours."

"How are you?" "Your face doesn’t look good, husband. Do you want to take a rest?” “I’m good.” He refused to receive attention from Annie and continued to eat. He didn’t want to talk to her anymore. Why? He just wanted to do it, for no reason. Dustin began to think about the divorce petition he wrote the day before. When he thought about it, he hesitated a bit. Should he divorce the woman who forced him to marry her? But she's not like that anymore, is she? Or does she have any plan with him?

Her heels clicked softly against the polished floor as she slowly turned in a circle, absorbing the space around her. Just a few hours ago she had been standing in a ballroom filled with hundreds of people, smiling guests, glittering gowns, and expensive champagne. Her ex-husband had stood across from her. Victor Hale. One of the city’s most respected businessmen. After five years of a marriage of convenience together, he had handed her divorce papers. In front of everyone. Aurora exhaled slowly. The memory still felt unreal. She had signed the documents calmly, refusing to give Victor the satisfaction of watching her fall apart.

her mother asked. “Bruce and I are getting a divorce, Mom.” Finally, Sharon answered, holding her breath. “You’re getting a divorce?” her mother exclaimed in shock. But Sharon nodded, confirming that what she said was true. “But why, Sharon? Weren’t you deeply in love with each other? Your marriage has only lasted four months. Why suddenly say that you want a divorce? There must be something that caused all of this.” “Bruce’s parents want me to divorce him. They forced me to sign the divorce document. And Bruce doesn’t know,” Sharon explained.

"No wonder why he's so quick to want to divorce my daughter. It's so you two can stop this ruse of an affair and get married again!" "What?" Victor and I asked in unison. "Deaf and stupid now are we?" She crossed her arms. "It's clear that you two were having an affair, which is why Victor wants to divorce Lily! We saw you both on TV about that 'business getaway'. You can't fool us!" I brought my fingers to the side of my temples and began to rub them in a circular motion. This was so exhausting! Is this what Victor had to deal with the last two years?

I'd said, acting like I didn't hear him. “What happened? Are you not coming home again?” He'd asked. I nodded and he giggled. “Daddy said you'll come back.” He'd said. Daddy said you'll come back. I'd sent out the divorce papers with my signature already on it. And it didn't take up to four hours before it was sent back to me with his signature on it. I stare at the white paper which looks as white as my knuckles. No hesitation. No second thoughts. No sign that this decision carried any weight for him at all.

Lysander's arm tightens around me, just a little. "And on the thousandth time, I walked away. I walked away and I did not look back. I signed the divorce papers and I terminated the pregnancy and I got on a plane and I came home." I feel tears prick my eyes but I do not let them fall. I have cried enough over Kier Thornwell. I have shed enough tears to fill an ocean. I am done crying.

When he looked at me again, every trace of warmth in his eyes had vanished. “Vivian, enough. Arguing with a child? Have you lost your sense of boundaries?” I stared at the way he protected them, and all I felt was cold disbelief. Back then, when the Ferguson family went bankrupt, everyone abandoned them like rats fleeing a sinking ship. Olivia, his fiancée at the time, had been the first to break off the engagement. She took money and married overseas. She even helped outsiders suppress the Ferguson Group and push Ethan into ruin. Me?

" Did you forget that you asked her for divorce before? When Sia told you that she didn't like her and you said you would divorce her then?" " Did I say such a thing?" His eyes are on Mark, " Seems like you have no idea since when you have become a bitter person to Emma. You asked for divorce three years ago right after the marriage because Sia said she didn't like Emma! She begged you remember? For an explanation?" Mark's words stab his heart. Each of those memories return like a sharp remorse. That's right. He wanted to divorce her for Sia. Since that day, Emma changed. He is used to her present personality that he has forgotten that -