Erica Durance Divorce Novels & Stories

"I've made up my mind, Liana. Let's get a divorce." Eric's cold voice sounded as he slammed the door after him, marching towards the large sofa. Liana stretched her hands lazily, gently pulling down the duvet as she sat up. Before she said anything, Eric got hold of an envelope from the side wall of his briefcase and put it down with a pen on the pillow beside her. "You'll go with the sum of $90 million and the penthouse in Rochester as compensation for your emotional damage. Is that enough?"

Eric's face went dark the second he saw his nine former secretaries. "Sandra, what the hell is this supposed to mean? Accusing me and Ruby wasn't enough, so now you're saying I slept with all my old secretaries too? "You're the one who cheated, and you still keep trashing my name. "Fine. Divorce. Even if you don't want it anymore, I do." He was practically shaking. My parents rushed over. "Eric, calm down. Divorce isn't something you decide in the heat of the moment."

That betrayal had sparked a messy divorce; since everything they owned was conjugal property, the dispute turned ugly, leading to misunderstandings, separation, and finally, the total collapse and bankruptcy of the business. From her seat in the audience, Erica’s eyes immediately turned red and glistened with tears, recalling those difficult days: the endless struggle, the uncertainty of where their next meal would come from, the fear that they had made a terrible mistake by leaving home, and the exhaustion that settled deep in their bones. Kathalina continued, her voice steady but warm with shared remembrance.

" It was only now that I discovered that such shameless people existed. Before I could say a word, a neighbor pulled me aside. "How could you be so shameless? How much more shameless can you get?" "You disgusting girl! You make infidelity sound so romantic." Countless scoldings surrounded her. Mindy sternly warned the people around her, "What does it have to do with you? What's your role in this? He's my husband. This is a private matter." I smiled. "I've already signed that divorce agreement."

Jimmy always has a reason to call Erika to her office just to accompany lunch. Of course, Erika felt afraid if she wanted to bury deep will appear again. The taste of her love for Jimmy had grown in his heart, making Erika helpless self-control and feelings. But Erika did not want to again be stuck in the shadows of Jimmy always in control of his mind. Divorce like a time bomb, always makes Erika is not close enough with Jimmy. Question Erika's current is, the extent to which the process of divorce they walk? Why no call from the Religious Court? Although Erika has signed files it was about 2 weeks ago.

Eric put his signature on the last of the divorce settlement papers, and slowly—almost reverently—put them back in the envelope. He would give them back to Charlene in the morning. “Why don’t we wait?” he had pleaded with her. “Matthew will be headed to ASU in the fall. Can’t we just keep our family together for a little while longer?” “Fuck you, Eric,” was all she’d had to say.

" she forced, her palm where cold and wet. "So, it has nothing to do with you or Gabriel..." she started the story. Emily frowned, "Are you sure? then why?!" she asked, impatiently. Dorothy sipped her coffee slowly, "Darius specter applied for divorce...." Emily was totally dumbfounded she covered her mouth, too shock to react to Dorothy's words. "What? How is that even possible?" She shook her head in disbelief. Dorothy put her coffee the bench, she breathed out heavily, "I think the divorce will give you some benefits," Benefit she turned her face Emily.

*This whole time. Not just a husband who drifted. Not just a mother in law who never liked me. Two people. Working together. Having conversations I was never part of. Looking at my marriage from the outside and deciding it was already finished before I even knew it was in trouble. I thought about the hotel. Room 032. Sandra's face in the dark. That smile. I thought about every business trip. Every late night. Every distracted dinner where he looked straight through me. How many of those had Margaret known about?

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..."

He tossed the divorce papers carelessly, letting the thin sheets drift across the floor. "Louise, I'm giving you one chance to back down. Take the divorce papers and destroy them. Miss it, and it'll be too late. When you come to me in tears, you'll have to do whatever they say." Daniel looked at me indifferently. Holding Callie close, he gently kissed the top of her head. I bent down and slowly picked up the divorce papers from the floor. Just then, a taunting voice reached my ears. "What's the matter, Dan? Are you feeling pity for your wife? You know she'd obediently pick up the papers. Why are you letting her off the hook? Aren't you going to let us enjoy ourselves?"