Eric Ferguson Divorce Novels & Stories

Even brought the wedding photo he'd smashed for her. Still, the clerk shook her head. "He has to say it himself." Seriously? Frustrated, I turned my phone back on. It lit up like a Christmas tree—missed calls, unread messages. All from Eric. Since I hadn't unfrozen the card, he'd cycled through the usual: begging, threatening. The last message? Full-on rage. Swearing at me. Saying he wanted a divorce. I showed it to the clerk. She still wasn't budging.

That was why I was willing to give up every right that was afforded to me. “What if I don’t want any of his assets? I can just leave without taking anything.” The lawyer’s face lit up at that, but he still seemed unsure. “Does Mr. Fulton want this divorce?” I shook my head, and I could feel my face drain of color. This was not the first time I had tried to leave Terrence. The first time I brought up the divorce was five years ago. Terrence did not say anything. He locked me up in the villa for a month. A month later, I found out that I was pregnant.

A divorce between people like Levi and Alicia Connard-Rutherford - prominent members of society - was bound to involve isolation, reputation erosion, and legal entrapment. He also made a note about child-welfare contingency. When he finally stood, hesitation no longer lived within him. Alicia had asked him to stay away, but she was too late. He’d already begun to do the exact opposite.

” Mr Ferguson senior was so shocked when he heard that his precious granddaughter-in-law was accused of attempted murder. He clutched his chest, and then he fainted. He was rushed to the Ferguson Private Hospital. While they were in the waiting room, Mrs Miller told the Ferguson family that Thorne had forced her daughter to sign the divorce papers. The Ferguson family was dumbfounded to hear that Thorne had divorced their beloved daughter-in-law. Michaela was the best thing that ever happened to the Ferguson family. However, her husband loathed her to the core. Mrs Gail Ferguson hated Paula Cage with passion. Her son, Thorne, suffered from severe depression when Paula left him. A surge of an

Eric paused in his footsteps, stepped over the broken porcelain pieces, and faintly swept a glance at Quinn and Ingrid without a change in expression. “You’re looking for me?” Eric’s voice was light. Old Master Ferguson stood up in anger and pointed at Eric. “Look at the sh*t you’ve made! How do you explain this? How can you not know anything about Nicole? You were married to her for so long and didn’t find anything wrong at all? Until now, I still don’t know why exactly you got a divorce!” The atmosphere was tense. It had been a long time since Old Master Ferguson lashed out like this.

Nicole ordered arrogantly. “Don’t make me laugh.What job are you even talking about? You’re just a delivery man in a fried chicken restaurant” “I’ll take a leave for half a day and go to the hospital.Wait for me” Eric Ferguson closed his eyes, said,sighed and ended the conversation. Eric Ferguson was a married man whose dishonor is known throughout the city for being his wife’s lapdog. He lived with his wife’s family,the Shawns and was treated like a slave during his two years of marriage to Nicole Shawn.

He had already gotten bored of being praised as a miracle doctor. Tyger had happened to hear that someone was threatening Frederick over the phone earlier, so he asked, "Did you run into some trouble, Dr. York? You can tell me if you need any help. I can handle all sorts of problems within Jenaire City." Frederick helplessly shook his head. "Don't worry about it, it's just a trivial matter of mine. It's just that my ex-wife is still causing trouble for me even though we've already divorced." Tyger was surprised. "Dr. York, you're divorced?"

“Fine. If you want the truth, I’ll say it here, in front of everyone.” Rosemary’s eyes widened. “From tonight onward,” Adrian said coldly, “I divorce you, Rosemary.” The world collapsed around her. Rosemary’s heart stopped for a moment. Laughter broke from several corners of the room. “What… what did you just say?” Her voice quivered, barely audible. Adrian’s gaze was firm, unshaken. “You heard me. I divorce you. You are no longer part of my life.” “Adrian!” she cried in despair. “How can you say that—here, in front of everyone? After everything I’ve done for you?”

He took a lover under his nose and he didn’t catch a whiff of it. He pulled off the ring from his finger and threw it out of the car. He can feel his fury burning inside. His phone started ringing. It was Chanel. “Where are you? Why did you leave me alone? Came a sweet voice. “I didn’t want to but I had to come to the city hall.” “So did you divorce her?” “Yes,” I mumbled a reply. “You did the right thing, baby. Look at what she has done to us. She is the reason I am laying in the hospital”

"Do tell Aria I've been at odds with Dad since I was born. Plus, I'm a lawyer who's skilled in divorce cases. If Mom decides to leave Dad, I can help her. She has us." Jeffrey suddenly joined the chat. "I just arrived in the suburbs. Divorce isn't a bad idea. Fergus, why don't you give it a thought?" Fergus was rendered speechless, wondering if his brothers were airing their grievances against Owen behind his back. Not wanting to keep secrets, Fergus admitted, "Dad did approach me to discuss Aria a few days ago." Percy shot back, "He tattled to you? Oh, grow up."