The Ex-Wife of Chris Goldman

36 - Battle pt. 1

So, I got so many comments on the last chapter (more than any chapter I've previously published) that I decided to go ahead and publish the next chapter for you guys to read and hopefully enjoy. Also, the divorce will span over 3 chapters.

** HARPERS POV **

It's been 3 weeks since I gave Chris the divorce papers, 3 weeks with the kids bouncing between his house and mine. It doesn't seem like a big deal but it's hard on them constantly switching between the two having to keep clothing and toys at each. We haven't settled anything yet, who gets the house (where he currently lives since I moved out) whose gets the kids, the finances, all of it has to be determined and today's the day we figure it out.

I drive in silence to the courthouse but my brain keeps getting sidetracked to I turn the radio on to what is one of my favorite songs: Stilettos Kelsea Ballerini (the song at the top) and I start singing along:

Go ahead and say what you're gonna say
Give it to me straight, don't sugarcoat it
Go ahead and do what you're gonna do
We're already done, I already know it
So you can take your new blond out to get your drink on
For everyone to see
But you don't get to get to me
I wear my pain like stilettos
As bad as it may hurt, no, you'll never know
I keep walking with my head up, putting on a show
And fronting like nothing is wrong
I talk the talk like I'm a tough girl
'Cause there ain't room for weakness in a rough world
That keeps saying you were never enough, girl,
Yeah, when you get burned, you learn to be strong
I wear my pain like stilettos

I pull into the courthouse parking garage and turn the radio off, just like the song says I've got to talk like a tough girl because there isn't any room for weakness in this rough world. I walk down the hallway my heels tapping on the  tile floor beneath my feet, I stop in the ladies room to straighten my skirt and blazer, taking one last look I exit the room. I pause before I enter the meeting room

Don't Cry
Don't Cry
Don't Cry
Don't Cry

I think to myself, I can't show him how much this hurts. I have to put on my bravest face and take this with all I've got, keeping the one thing in mind that's important in all of this, MY children. After another second of mentally freaking out I push open the door and I see him sitting with his lawyer and I greet my team of lawyers.

"Cynthia and Jason, nice seeing you again." I greet both of them shaking their hands

"Mr. Goldman and Mr. Peterson" I acknowledge Chris and his lawyer, shaking hands.

I sit at the table a death glare from chance burning a hole through me.

We start negotiating everything.

We determine the house will be sold and profit will be split 50/50, the large object furniture within the house will become Chris's and any small objects and furniture (chairs, side tables, nicknacks, wall hangings, etc...) to me.

Finances will go as is, we each have accounts under our own names and they will remain to the owner of the account. The shared account will also be split 50/50 like the house.

"My client has requested all memorabilia objects that are currently in the house, like photographs, remain in his custody" Chris' lawyer speaks up

"I'm sorry but we've negotiated that all objects of that matter will go to my client Ms. Lanning it states so in document 3 page 13 article 7 line 12 that your client has already signed and agreed to."