Erica Durance Divorce Novels & Stories

“He predicted I would break up with Lance, and sure enough, Lance did.” Dennis had a wife and got divorced last year—one of the reasons it was easy for him to fly across the other side of the world. Erin left him for another man, blaming himself for not paying much attention to their marriage. The separation was hard. It took time, and all those heartaches probably marked him greatly. “Um, how did you know Erin was seeing another man?” I ask because now I’m curious. Erin used to visit Dennis at work, so I got to know her fairly well.

The assets were split evenly, and so were the company shares. The last time I saw her was at the courthouse, when we picked up our divorce certificates. "Do you really not love me anymore?" I was silent for a moment. Then, I nodded. I didn't want to waste any more energy, for I had already learned my lesson the hard way. This time, I just wanted to live for myself. When I walked out of the courthouse, Erica's car was already waiting at the entrance. Dressed in an all-white pantsuit and holding a bouquet of flowers, she turned every head the moment she appeared.

Entertainment Daily's website loaded slowly, each second stretching into eternity. And then I saw it. The headline, massive and bold across the top of the page: "ERICA LANE'S SECRET SCANDAL: She Never Divorced! Bigamy Rocks Hollywood Star" Below it, a photo. A marriage certificate. My marriage certificate to Jaden. Dated five years ago. And next to it, another document. Another marriage. Jaden and Melanie. Overlapping dates. The article text swam before my eyes: "Sources confirm Lane never finalized her divorce from CEO Jaden Oscar before he married socialite Melanie Sterling. Legal experts suggest Oscar's second marriage may be invalid, making Lane's recent 'reconciliation' potentially ille

Three long days later, formal legal papers arrive by courier directly to the estate’s front door. Selene officially filing for divorce from Darius, the language used throughout the documents cold and entirely procedural, absolutely no personal note of any kind attached anywhere to the thick stack of papers. Darius reads through the entire thing standing in the exact same room where he had once promised her, months earlier, that he had truly, genuinely changed for the better, for good. Gerald manages the mounting PR fallout from the scandal as best he possibly can under the circumstances, strongly advising continued public silence for now from everyone in the

“Getting married. Living a happy life after they threw me away to die. I always thought they might one day regret what they did. That they were reflecting on their actions. But no.” Her jaw tightened. “So I decided to get back on my feet.” “That’s perfect,” Marcus said. Marcus pulled out his phone. “I also want to see what that cruel man had to say.” He scrolled for a moment, then sighed heavily and looked up at her. “You won’t believe what he said.” Maya’s heart clenched. “What?” “When he was asked about his ex-wife, he posted on I*******m that you had a lover. That you willingly signed the divorce papers and that the child you were carrying belonged to that lover.”

"Please… Please just forgive me this once. Give me one more chance, alright? The three of us can be a happy family together. "From now on, I'll only listen to you. I'll never trust another woman again..." He dropped to his knees in the pouring rain, stripped of every ounce of dignity. "My child has nothing to do with you, Oliver. I won't hate you either. From the day you made me sign the divorce agreement, we were history." Oliver stayed on his knees outside my gates all night long. Maeve, on the other hand, packed up her belongings and slipped away in the dead of night, vanishing just as abruptly as she had appeared, leaving Oliver with nothing but a mountain of debt.

Apparently, the firm suggests handling the issue internally rather than going to court, and we decided to hear them out. Until Stefan showed up. Erica looks at me. “Mrs Grayson, the root of this issue is your new marriage to Mr Grayson, right? Everyone in the firm knows you and Mr Hart were together at some point.” “We were.” I nod. “But as things didn’t work, I moved on. I’m with Micah now, and I think Stefan is just sour, not because he wants me back, but because I’m with Micah.” “Micah is my colleague,” Stefan interrupts. “Do you see how horrible that is, Erica? In less than a week of our divorce, Eva got married to Grayson. Don’t you think there was an affair going on?”

“He apologized immediately. Cried. Promised it would never happen again. I wanted to believe him.” “But it did happen again?” “Yes. Three more times that I can clearly remember. Maybe others that I’ve blocked out.” Aurora looked directly at the jury. “The final time, I ended up in the hospital with bruised ribs and a concussion. That’s when I filed for divorce.” Reeves walked her through the divorce proceedings. The settlement. The clean break she’d thought they’d achieved. “Fast forward to eight months ago. When did the defendant first contact you after the divorce?”

He kissed me in response, binding himself to me through marriage. Later, when Carla returned to Vera City, Jake first proposed divorce. The endless cycle of divorces and remarriages continued and gradually wore me numb.

“I’m so sorry, Anna. Truly. But listen to me—this is the moment you choose yourself. If him leaving you gives him peace, then let him go. But don’t stay stuck.” She took my hands. “Sign the divorce papers. Move forward. No one is going to do that for you.” Her words hurt, but they were true. I wiped my face slowly. The tears didn’t stop, but something else rose beneath them. Something sharp. Clear. Marcus didn’t break me because I was weak. He broke me because I loved him too deeply. And Gina? She thought she’d won. A spark ignited in my chest. I stood up, walked to the table, picked up the divorce papers—and signed.