Erica Durance Divorce Novels & Stories

Today is the day. The day that I am finally divorcing my husband. The thought should have hurt more. Three years ago, Genevieve Everhart would have cried at the idea of divorce. Two years ago, she would have begged for another chance. A year ago, she might have stayed awake all night wondering what she had done wrong. Today, in three hours, twenty-seven minutes, and fourteen seconds, my marriage will officially cease to exist. I’ve honestly waited thirty days for this moment.

My father couldn't even show his face around the family anymore, and the relatives started icing him out. As for Erica, her reputation was trashed. She could barely walk around the neighborhood without people whispering and pointing. Not long after, a relative told me my father and Erica had a massive fight. Erica even packed her bags and left, threatening divorce. When I heard, I felt zero sympathy. They'd done this to themselves. Their selfishness and cruelty had ruined them. I wasn't happy about their downfall. I just felt like a weight had finally lifted from my heart. I hired a lawyer I trusted and handed over the divorce agreement and all the evidence, asking him to handle the property

Adrian hovered near the screen door. Eric found me in the afternoon. He didn’t come up to the hammock. He sat down in the sand beneath it, cross-legged, and looked out at the water for a while. The wind was pulling at his collar and he didn’t fix it. “Sabrina.” “Yeah.” “Nate signed the divorce papers last night.” I stopped rocking. “Tyler received the filed copies this morning. It’s done. You are no longer his wife.” I stared at the underside of the porch roof. A wasp was building something in the corner of the beam. I watched it work.

Was Tyler someone who would yield to just anyone? Cassandra waved the divorce papers in her hand. "Rachel, it's a good idea, but applied wrongly. You should spend your time looking through the divorce papers and signing them instead." "Mom, I've made myself clear. I won't divorce William," Rachel said firmly to Cassandra. Cassandra's face flushed red with anger. She pointed at Rachel, then said to Jim and Gerald, "Just look at her! Your good daughter! How shameless of her, insisting on hearing directly from my son for a divorce!"

Harris’ wife Greta raises a brow at Eric and Jessie’s figures. “Did something happen? He is basically glued to her,” she commented. “You would have thought that she would fly away,” Helen said. “I have seen him glued to her all day, Something definitely happened,” Nancy, Damien’s wife, agreed. Before Damien could answer, His mother, Mrs. August, stuck her head out of nowhere and spoke. “Jessie asked for a divorce today,” Mrs. August chimed in and slipped away just as quickly as she came. “Really?” Greta asked, mirroring all of their shock.

"Look, I meant to do this more gently, but I guess the timing worked out. I want a divorce, Melanie. Here are the divorce papers." She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. “Divorce?” She asked in a shaky voice, her eyes darting between Hardin and the papers. “I've already signed. It's over, Melanie, as of today. Now please leave so Natalia and I can celebrate my birthday properly." Melanie felt as though her heart was going to burst out of her chest any moment from now on. She was shaking with hurt, anger, and disbelief. She stood numbly, staring down at the divorce papers Hardin had thrown in her face. It was hard to believe this was really happening—that after two years of marriage, h

The old people ended up together, and the younger ones paired off on the others. J.J., her husband and three kids went with Alison and her second husband and their three kids collectively, one from his past marriage. That left Eric and Jack's youngest daughter Melanie. You could hear them arguing over the water a few times and we looked at each other and sighed. Eric was divorced and Mel had broken up with her long-time boyfriend two months before the wedding. He was pissed because he had to sign a prenup specifying he could never touch any inheritances she might receive, and took it out by screwing her best friend. I don't think he meant to get caught, but he did, and she had him out of HER

Erica rambled. I listened quietly without saying a word and went home with her. Tori had already left. Erica said she had some work to do in the study room. I sat in silence as emotions surged violently through me until I finished printing the divorce agreement. Without hesitation, I signed it and headed straight for the study. To my surprise, I found the door half open, but no one was inside. It was the first time I had entered Erica's study. It was tidy and clean. On the desk was a photo of Jace. On the corner of the desk lay several pieces of paper, on which she had written his name over and over.

she couldn't figure out why. When she returned to the condominium and read the headlines, she was stunned. She seemed to understand his reaction, but she was not anxious. She even opened a bottle of red wine."Danica your trick is not that good. Unfortunately, I am no longer the person that you humiliated and taunted five years ago. I can't believe you're still bent on using the same method all over again" Bethany said with a mocking tone as she took a sip from her glass of red wine. At the Blue ridge, Danica looked through the forum. When she saw that Erica was cursed, her heart was extremely happy! But in the final analysis, Erica was the head of the Deluxe Group of companies. Danica is cu

Davies sighed and clenched his teeth the moment he heard what Erica said to him. “Don't you get it? I'm married.” Davies said to Erica angrily. Erica smirked and picked her glass of while, she stared at the wine and dropped it back angrily. “Well I met you first. Davis if you are not going to tell me what I want to hear please don't call me.” Erica said to him angrily. “I want you to stop, stop all this nonsense before it's too late for you.” Davies threatened. Erica hung up the call and hissed.