Erica Durance Divorce Novels & Stories

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

Why wouldn’t my marriage with Diane work that way? “Marcus, I’ve known you since we were ten.” He sighed. “What happened with Diane this time? You better start talking.” I sucked in a deep breath before dropping the bomb. “We sleep in different rooms.” “What?!” “We’ve not been intimate in months.” “You’ve got to be kidding me, man.”

Eric asked coldly. Last night, he'd already uncovered Eunice's private offshore account, which contained evidence of all the embezzlement she'd committed over the past few years. But Eunice still insisted stubbornly, "Eric, you're the only one I love. Why else would I have wanted to marry you?" The moment Eric recalled the humiliation he'd suffered that day, he felt like ripping her apart. He cut her off harshly. "That's enough! If it weren't for you, Claudia never would have run out on the wedding. All of this is because of you! And you still have the nerve to stand here and say it was for me?"

Tonight, he couldn't bring himself to leave. His thoughts circled back to Amelia again and again. The way she had looked at him in that ballroom. The way she had carried herself with composure he didn't remember. The way she had walked away without a backward glance. It irritated him. The divorce was finalized. The marriage was over. He had pushed for it relentlessly. Yet somehow, she remained lodged in his mind like a splinter he couldn't extract. His phone buzzed, snapping him from his reverie. His assistant appeared in the doorway moments later, a thick folder in hand.

But he willed himself to pay more attention to the words that were being said, rather than what was in front of him. "Have you forgotten,” Ivory reminded. “I sent divorce papers to you. I told you I don't want this marriage anymore. So technically, I'm no longer your wife." "Technically," Gadreel began, mocking her words. "A divorce agreement is only finalized after signed by two people and sent to the court house for approval and last I checked," Ivory was caught off guard, to the point that she flinched, when he suddenly placed his hand on the wall beside her and leaned in.

“What condition?” “Lira, please,” I said, carefully. “Give me three months, Just three months.... Let me prove myself to you before the divorce, If I don’t meet your expectations, if I fail again, you can go. You can divorce me, hate me, forget me. I won’t stop you.” with this, she sat up slowly. Her eyes were wide and glistening under the dim room light. Then suddenly. Her voice rose, breaking. “Oh really? Now you want to make things right?” Her voice cracked. “Why does it take time for you, Damian Blackwood?”