Erica Durance Divorce Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry! I was wrong—please, don't leave me!" Reese's parents remained silent. After all, my dead children were their grandchildren too. Everyone knew Erica had deliberately provoked me. Erica's sobs filled the room, but no one spoke. The noise grated on my nerves. "Enough with the theatrics. I want a divorce, Reese." "What are you saying, Lucy? Can you really let go of all the years we've shared?" Reese looked at me, disbelief in his eyes. "Do you think, after everything that's happened, I can pretend nothing's changed?" I pointed at Erica's belly, questioning him.

She was furious, but we simply couldn't stop what we were doing and we both came there in front of her. She moved back to her parents that night and I moved in with Eric. We married as soon as his divorce came through, and contrary to everybody's predictions he's never cheated on me. Why would he? He's got a slut at home so there's no need for him to find one elsewhere. It's now 15 years later and I'm a freelance writer and Eric and I have two beautiful children. We also have a great sex life. In fact, I better stop typing now because my husband's cock needs sucking.

Cassandra asked, unable to stand it. "Oh yes, yes, that's right. The duties are the same as yours. Mommy remembered when you told me about your new duties as a secretary, that was also what your mother did in the past." "So, is it possible that what Eric meant by my mother being a bitch and ruining someone's marriage was his parents' marriage?" Cassandra suddenly felt weak. She heard Eric say that his parents divorced because his father was tempted by another woman. His mother was very sad after that. "The divorce was involved in a single accident that took his life. Eric was lonely since childhood, abandoned by parents and only living with his grandmother. Could that be true? Oh my God, if

What was once struggling to survive rose steadily, piece by piece, until it became one of the most powerful companies in South Town. All because of me. Unfortunately, Eric never knew. To him, I was nothing more than a poor, backgroundless orphan clinging to him for his wealth. “Damn it! I want to strangle the life out of him!” Alexa burst out, her voice shaking with pure fury. Priscilla moved then, crossing the space between us. She sat beside me and wrapped her arms around me gently, her touch warm and steady. “You did the right thing divorcing him,” she said softly. “He does not deserve you.”

That the miscarriage from my second marriage had shattered more than just my heart — it had taken away my only chance to be a mother. Dr. Mahal said it gently. Like softness would make the words hurt less. But Eric... Eric stayed. He stayed through the tears. Through the breakdowns. Through the nights I couldn’t sleep and the mornings I didn’t want to wake up. He held me like I was something precious. Like I was still whole. Still lovable. And then one morning, over breakfast, he pushed a thin stack of papers toward me. Divorce papers. He didn’t yell. He didn’t cry. He just looked tired. Like something in him had given up.

After an hour, Dawn steps into the Old Mansion of The Ericson family, greeted by the employees all together and ushered by them. Although it's way too extravagant for someone like her, like usual, she isn't impressed. In her previous life, she always admired the position of her husband's family to have such a huge power. Right now, the thought of her getting divorced crosses her mind and obviously to keep the usual record of no divorce in the Ericson family, she will face their wrath and it's impossible for someone like her who doesn't have a dime on her own.

She darted a look at Marcus, gauging his reaction. Marcus’s expression darkened as he turned to Lila, eyes narrowing. “Wait… You were the one who called her that night? Do you have any idea what you did?” He took a step closer, his voice low but laced with anger. “That recording was what she used to file for divorce. You ruined every chance I had.” Lila’s confidence faltered. “Honey, you know I only did it because… I couldn’t stand seeing you with her. I was jealous.” Her voice wavered, sounding desperate now.

She decided not to take the conversation further but to back away from it now, before it becomes a neighbourhood scandal. After this long discussion that existed between Vivian and her father, he decided this would probably be a good time to drop this entire conversation until he sees Charles face-to-face. He knew that discussing matters face-to-face were more than million letters, e-mails, telegrams and phone calls. Vivian and her mother left the piazza to the courtyard, though the admonishing words of her father over divorce discord had critically thrown her into a state of confusion. Her ideology to remarry was subdued by those strong warnings that her father rattled concerning the turn w

/-Piper-/ It was probably a crazy idea. Or maybe I was just being desperate but I needed to leave Dante. Since he found out about my affair with Eric, he has turned me into a punching bag. I couldn't say or do anything because in the end, all it did was provoke him. At this point, divorce was the only way out for me. I just needed to be sure that Eric was ready to marry me. I didn't want to leave Dante only to discover that I was nothing more than a fling to Eric.

Eric had already changed into his pajamas and showered faster than her in the bathroom outside. He was dealing with business in the study while waiting for her. When he heard her movements, he smiled slightly. Selena opened the door to come in and leaned against the door frame. “Mr. Ferguson, shall we talk?” “Okay.” Eric wanted to go out, but Selena walked in and sat on the chair opposite him. She looked like she wanted to discuss business. Eric froze for a moment and sat back down. Selena took a deep look at him before she said frankly, “Eric, although we didn’t sign any prenuptial agreement or agree to a deadline, I don’t think we’re suitable for each other. When this matter blows over, we