Eric Ferguson Divorce Novels & Stories

Especially when it involved Elisha. The elevator ride was silent. Tense. My eyes were fixed ahead. Natalie stood behind me, arms crossed, far too pleased with herself. When we reached the twelfth floor, I turned to the men. “Wait here until I call you.” Mark gave a subtle nod. I walked down the hallway, Natalie trailing just a few feet behind me. “So,” she began lightly, “it’s true, huh? The divorce actually happened?” I didn’t answer. She continued, undeterred. “Wow. Well, Elisha sure moved on fast. A hotel room with some random guy? That’s definitely faster than I expected.”

"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?

She wanted Erin to see the fact that she was in a better position now, which was all that mattered. "But you do not look happy? You are smiling, but I cannot even see the genuineness in your eyes," Erin mentioned again, "Tell me the truth my child. Share your burdens with me," she urged. "Nothing much, ma. I am just stressed from suddenly having to resume the duty of becoming the leader of many, when I never knew until months ago about the wealthy status of my birth father. I'm going to be okay," she said to her again. "Why did you divorce your husband then? You do not live with that family anymore," Erin pointed out exactly what she wanted to talk about. It had always bothered her so much a

He gritted his teeth and said to Tess, Who is now throwing herself at me? Tess, let me point blank with you. I don’t love you, and I haven’t fallen out of love with you for a very long time. Before you woke up from coma and before my divorce. I didn’t give Elsie a divorce because of you but because she wanted it. Your scheme contributed to me accepting her divorce but never think I divorced her for you. That is a big misconception. Tess shook her head and started stomping her feet, she started crying and saying,

I continued nonchalantly, "We're divorced." "D-Divorced?" Melanie refused to believe me. She'd witnessed me love Justin for more than a whole decade, after all. She often felt angry and frustrated on my behalf because I was sacrificing so much of myself and behaving like a loyal lapdog without ever getting anything in return in the relationship. I didn't bother explaining further and chuckled lightly. "Are you free tonight? Let's go get some drinks. My treat." That night, we went to the glitziest and most extravagant bar in Cornton. The booths around us were all bubbling over with the most expensive Ace of Spades champagne.

They wanted her to pay back all the money they had spent on her for the last three years, to start divorce proceedings, and to forget about getting any money or stuff from them. There was Samuel, looking all serious in a video, saying, "Tania, I know I spoiled you too much. I've given you plenty of chances." "After reading the message, you have to go straight to the Ferguson family to get the divorce proceedings started. Even if you're the one who messed up, I don't want anything from you. Let's just split our stuff and go our separate ways," he said. Elias scoffed. He remembered when Tania got married, he had secretly spent over 1.5 billion dollars on gifts and expenses. How could the Fergu

"Who knows if you're really mourning Sophie or just using her memory as an excuse to keep her sister close? The two of you have quite the arrangement." Ryan's face darkened with rage at my words."What nonsense are you spouting?" "Fine. Think whatever you want," I said, glancing at my watch with obvious impatience. "Can we make a decision about the divorce now? I'm on a tight schedule and don't have all day to waste." "Enough!" Ryan slammed his fist on the desk, his voice thundering through the room. "Serena, you want a divorce so badly? Fine! I'll give you exactly what you want!"

It hit harder than the glass. Maya wiped her eyes and helped me up. "I'm leaving with you, Erica. We don't need these heartless men." Maya used to be a broke student I sponsored. She stayed with us for a bit, then accidentally got pregnant with Anton's kid. They got married, just like that. But over the years, we clicked. She wasn't just my daughter-in-law—we were real family. I walked into the study and pulled out some paper. Drafted two divorce agreements. One for her. One for me.

No normal person remains blindly devoted to someone who humiliates them. Less than a year after the marriage, I woke up completely. I understood then—Hugo wasn't just a scumbag. He was human trash. So in our second year, I asked for a divorce. Unfortunately, Hugo was even more despicable than I'd imagined—he got me pregnant. For the sake of the child, I swallowed all my resentment and unwillingness. "Mia, whether you love me or not, you need to understand one thing," he said. "Unless I die, you will never leave me!"