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came Gabriel's curt reply, keeping pace beside him. Gabriel held his tongue, but his mind was racing. He had vividly seen Eric’s utterly distraught state when he first landed at Heathrow, thinking something terrible had happened to her. So it came as a profound shock to see Eric act with such coldness toward Autumn in that room even going as far as to personally initiate the divorce proceedings and fast-track them within twenty-four hours. Gabriel had honestly thought his boss loved her above everything else. He had seen the terrifying madness that took over Eric when she had left without a word five years ago. But now, seeing how he was acting, the rage he exhibited with every single step h

I still don't know what good reason he has to have done that to me and my children. "What is it dear? Damon has refused to tell me why you both separated. What exactly happened between you?" Mr. Derek asked interested. I sighed, "I also do not know the reason. I only wanted to let you in on a secret I have been keeping from you." "Tell me everything dear. I can take it." "Damon started to hate me for no reason. We got divorced and I couldn't contact him. He blocked me everywhere. I had found out I was pregnant with his baby..."

"Other than having a pretty face, you're as dumb as a pig!" Shanice said through gritted teeth, "You were married to Spencer for three years. Not only did you fail to make him fall in love with you, but you also caused so much trouble and ended up divorcing in disgrace. With skills like that, how could you be worthy of his love?" Ariana replied, "In disgrace? I'll admit it if you said that I suffered in silence. But I'd say I had handled the divorce quite spectacularly." After all, she had slapped Spencer's face in front of so many shareholders. How was that leaving in disgrace? This woman had to be looking at her through a lens of pure disgust.

My face darkened. Seeing I wasn’t responding, her impatience flared. "Sign them already. What are you waiting for? I’m already pregnant with someone else’s child. What more do you want? How can you even compete with Jim? That bag from yesterday alone costs half a year of your salary! "If you refuse to divorce, I’ll have no choice but to take it to court! Oh, and by the way, the house you gave me before the wedding? That’s mine now. You can’t take it back in the divorce settlement!"

"I don't care how long it's going to take to get this over with; I just want to get it over with. I really don't want to be tied to him in any shape, way, or form." Damian had tried to reach out to me many times. He had made some weak and feeble overtures towards making amends in the hope of apologizing, but I had gone out of my way to avoid all of them so completely that I didn't even notice that they had been made. He had made his choice, and now he would just have to suffer the repercussions of that choice. The divorce documents were mailed. The houses were relocated. All that reminded me of him was taken out of my life, and with each signature, with each document I signed, I felt somethi

"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.