Divorced At Eighteen Novels & Stories

I sat, opened the file, and began to read. Stanley Havelock. Age forty-nine. Divorced. Estranged children. Married a 24-year-old lingerie model two years ago. The photos were glossy, the smiles perfectly practiced, but their eyes told me something else. His wife was decoration, not partner. His children wouldn’t speak to him. His ex-wife lived overseas, kept silent by generous payments.

My parents divorced when I was seventeen, and they lived in different houses, including me. "Don’t give her a dime, and that’s final." He hung up before I could respond.

He knew exactly what to say to drive me wild. You might be wondering how I got here. Well, let me explain. I’m Veronica Langford, a nineteen-year-old who just graduated from high school. My parents went through a separation when I was in the eighth grade and they finalized their divorce when I was in the tenth. My dad is the famous CEO, Dominic Langford, and after the divorce, my mom took half of everything he had—money, properties, shares in companies. But Dad got custody of me and my mom only had visitation rights till when I turned eighteen

"It's kinda sexy, actually." I snorted, shook my head. "You don't understand." I ordered my thoughts, tried to make them coherent. "I went to an all-girls school from age five to graduation at eighteen. From there, I went to culinary school and stayed for an advanced certificate. Graduated at twenty-one, top of my class. Came home. Within two weeks, at a party my parents setup, I was dating Ethan. I got engaged at twenty-three. Married at twenty-five. Divorced at thirty. And I've already been kidnapped by thirty-one. Other than Ethan, I've been on a grand total of ten dates. I've never been one to sleep around. Never have, never will."

Elliott clenched his first, it looked as if he was about to swing at Nathaniel’s jaw. But Elara..she was shocked. Suddenly a bitter smile spread on her lips. "Wife?" Elara laughed, a mocking sound came out of her mouth. "Have you finally lost your mind? We are divorced, Nathaniel. I signed those papers five years ago. Those papers were already sent to the court. I walked away from you and that suffocating and loveless.marriage. You are no one to me now!"

I whispered. “Shut up, you whore. I am glad I never opened my heart to you. I will never do so anyway.” Victor fired before throwing a file that Dorcas handed him.“Those are the divorce papers. You don’t need to sign them. Our marriage wasn't even registered. As far as the law is concerned, we were never married.” Tears streamed down my face. I had been deceived the entire time. Victor then turned toward the door. “Take her away. She has tried, time and again, to hurt my fiancée.”

"And you — you looked through her. Every single day you looked straight through her like she wasn't even standing there." "The marriage was arranged," I said. "She knew that from the beginning—" "She was nineteen years old!" My mother's voice rose and filled the room completely. "She was a nineteen year old girl who had nobody — no mother, no family who actually cared, nothing — and she came into this house and she tried, Cassian. She tried so hard. And what did you give her in return?" She looked at me with something in her eyes that I didn't particularly want to examine too closely. "A divorce. Papers already prepared. A cold world outside this mansion."

“I hated her for it. But I became rebellious, and then she let me be. She gave me the freedom to do whatever I wanted. She said I would learn my lesson when the time was right.” Sitting there, not knowing how to feel about the story I was hearing, I paid attention. “When I turned eighteen, I met this man. He was handsome and had the most beautiful voice I had ever heard. He was around thirty-three at the time. He was nice and caring; he showed me love. When I found out he was married and wanted to end things with him, he begged me, saying he would divorce his wife. He wasn’t in love with his wife but with me. I was in love; I believed every word that came out of his mouth.” She continued.

"When did this happen— What did you say?" "Today before I left to come here. I didn't say anything back because it's way too soon for me. We're only just divorced, Jeremy. I'm still healing."She turned towards me and laced her arms around my neck. She looked at me and smiled."I'm a divorcee at 23, that's like so weird." "Well if you didn't want to be a divorcee you shouldn't have divorced me."I smirked as I looked down at her and I was tempted by her lips. She was so close — it wasn't something that I wasn't used to.