Eric Ferguson Divorce Novels & Stories

I begged. “Leave me, Theresa!” he yelled, slamming his fist against the wall. “She’s a bastard.” My breath caught. “Something isn’t right. You met me as a virgin—no man has ever touched me. This isn’t just hurting me—it’s traumatizing Harley.” “I don’t care anymore,” Richard snapped, pointing at our daughter. “You know what, Theresa? Pack your bags—and hers. Get out of my house! I want a divorce!” I'm “A divorce?” I cried, gripping his arms. “After eight years of marriage? You really believe this?”

I don't want to waste your time by beating around the bush, so I'll just go straight to the point. This is a divorce paper and I'd like for you to sign it without any drama." These words from Stanley shattered Darling inside out that she almost lost her balance and he didn't even make any move to hold her in case she might fall. Colour drained from her face and her eyes widened from another shock, this felt like a hard and heartless slap on her face. Why was he suddenly asking for a divorce after three years of marriage? Though his family never liked her and she also noticed the little emptiness between them and she worked hard hoping that things would somehow work out between them one day.

He knew exactly how to get on my weak spot but in all these years of our marriage, I never knew nor found out what his weak spot was, not like we were that close except for sex comfort. "Let me go this moment Max!" I yelled again, forcing his hands away to wriggle out of his hold and finally he gave in and let me out. "Don't you ever try this with me again Max. We have nothing together anymore and if you must know. We're Divorced! And you're free. The freedom you've always asked for Max, so have it with your girlfriend! Do you understand?" I yelled heavily, patching my eyes together from breaking down in front of him as I angrily stormed out of the room. As soon as I reached outside, I slump

" he said giving me divorce papers and pen in my hand to sign them. I hold the papers in my trembling hands ... And took a deep breath to calmed my racing heart which was ready to came out by breaking my ribs. I saw the papers .. his signature on them .... This man ... Pufff I am still siting on the bed while he is standing beside me , a step away from me .... I took deep breath and gathered all the courage to speak out boldly infront of him. " I .. I am not going to sign them , why are you so obsessed for Divorce , can't you give a try to this marriage o"... I got cut by his slap... *Sob*. I hold my aching pain burning cheek with my trembling hand while half laying on the bed...

He said almost pleading. Sophia felt her heartthrob in her chest. She had waited to hear this from him for a long time. But now hearing it, it felt like a joke to her. She laughed coldly repeating his last words, “Start over again?” “That's right, Grandpa is even urging us to give him a grandchild,” Marcus said without noticing the sarcasm in her tone. “Marcus, I want a divorce!” Sophia stated coldly as a matter of fact. Marcus was shocked, his demeanor changing.

“First of all… I’m dating another man. I can’t be with you again, Tristan. You have your precious mate who would die for you. Don’t think you can come back and… and fix spilled milk.” His jaw flexed. “How many times do I have to tell you I’m not with Livia? Do you see her anywhere in this pack? We’ve been separated since you divorced me.” “That’s not my business.” I looked away. “And for your information, you divorced me. Not the other way around.” “Oh come on, Yelena. You were the one who brought the papers. I didn’t intend to...” “Stop lying!” I snapped. “Yes, I brought the papers. But you signed them without blinking! I begged you. I begged you to reconsider. And YOU were the one who push

After five years of marriage, Melody finally realized—she had never truly married anyone. The marriage certificate was forged. Her husband, Adam, was legally wed to her best friend, Lily. And Melody? She had been the most innocent pawn in a meticulously crafted deception. The betrayals didn’t stop there. Her supposed infertility was a lie, and the child she had poured her love into raising was, in fact, Adam and Lily’s biological son. Five years of devotion—through their eyes, she had served only three purposes: a free housekeeper, a cheap business partner, and a disposable pawn. She had believed in love. That, above all, was her greatest folly. Yet Melody didn’t break. She didn’

"Are your ears broken, or is your brain malfunctioning?" How many times did she have to emphasize it? Was he really that forgetful, or was he pretending? Dylan stared at her, unblinking. "We’re divorced, but what does that have to do with you treating me? Which doctor would treat a patient like that? If you weren’t my ex-wife, I wouldn’t even think about asking.” "Enough!" Suzy’s patience had reached her limit. "Shut up and get out of my room!" Afraid he wouldn’t leave, Suzy shoved Dylan out of the room and quickly slammed the door shut behind him.

Eric's face went dark the second he saw his nine former secretaries. "Sandra, what the hell is this supposed to mean? Accusing me and Ruby wasn't enough, so now you're saying I slept with all my old secretaries too? "You're the one who cheated, and you still keep trashing my name. "Fine. Divorce. Even if you don't want it anymore, I do." He was practically shaking. My parents rushed over. "Eric, calm down. Divorce isn't something you decide in the heat of the moment."

Tristan picked up the divorce papers, his expression grim. His signature was right there at the bottom. He still remembered the argument that sparked it. To get under Madeline's skin and to hurt her, he had gone as far as drafting the divorce agreement and signing it himself. Thinking about how different she had been lately, he flew into a rage. The next second, he tore the papers to shreds. So, she had been planning to leave him all along. In Tristan's eyes, Madeline was just a housewife. She didn't need to work and was living the life of a wealthy stay-at-home wife. But now, she had the nerve to ask for a divorce.