Divorced At Eighteen Novels & Stories

We are just two strange people who got married because of our parent's selfish interests. “You have just 20 days to let me go, Liam," I said before leaving the room.

Instead, I left the courtroom with Ash, a big smile on my face. "Thank you, thank you all! Thanks to all of you, we are now divorced!" I proclaimed to the cheering crowd. "Congratulations on your freedom, Miss Jones! My nephew is a 28-year-old up-and-comer who graduated from an Ivy League school and currently works as an executive at a publicly traded company! Here's his picture..." "28 is too old for you, Miss Jones! It's better when they are young, don't you think? My son is 23, currently doing his PhD! He's handsome, cheerful, and gentlemanly—"

He always had. And that was why the day I turned 18, I decided to seek him out. The way he left hurt more than anything else I had ever experienced. When he walked into my bedroom two years ago and sat on the edge of my bed with his hands clasped between his knees, I knew that something was very wrong. I just hadn’t realized just how bad things really were. The moment he told me that him and my mother were getting a divorce, my entire world had shattered. Colors dulled. Happiness had become nothing but a distant memory. I had begged and pleaded with both of them for him to stay, but he hadn’t.

So, not only was she divorced, but she was also the last one to know. She walked out of the building and watched the cars zooming on the road in front of her, a faint smile on her lips. She had watched this farce for two years. It was time to end it. If she was always meant to be an outsider, then she would leave on her own. Two years ago, she had cut off her family completely for Gary. She had even sworn she would rather die than accept the marriage her grandfather had arranged for her when she was little. Now that the divorce was already done...

He was the heart throb of the school, wealthy, handsome…name it, he ticked all the boxes. And for some crazy reason, he wanted me. Boy, he did spoil me silly. Five years in school, he married me immediately I graduated, fought with his parents for me. Only to throw it all away five years later. Micah gives me a small smile. “You loved him.” “I still do,” I confess. “He’s all I’ve ever known, Micah. The only man I’ve ever been with, the only man I’ve ever loved.” “I can’t imagine how you must be taking this divorce.”

he paused for effect. “Partners” His words weren't the only thing on my mind, it was the truth as well. I had just left a marriage that was hell and there was no way I would willingly put myself in one again. “No, I’m sorry Mr. Blake, there is no-”

"Hey, um... Henry. Can I ask you something a little... personal?" I tensed slightly, already sensing the shift. "Sure." "Are you still married to Aaliyah?" The name. Just hearing it sent a ripple through me. I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the base of my glass. "No," I said quietly. "We’ve been divorced for a while now." There was a pause on the other end. Then came Barbara’s surprised intake of breath. "Really? I had no idea. Last I saw you two, you were this inseparable, lovey-dovey couple. I mean... what happened? You both looked so happy."

her eyes watered with tears melting my heart. “I—” Her voice cracked as she sucked in a deep breath. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, staring at her shoes before her eyes flickered back to mine, the corner of her mouth twitching into a smile that faltered. “I think we should divorce,” My world stopped tilting. “Whatever this is between us makes no sense. I appreciate everything you’ve done to help me and every effort you have taken to find my daughter. I would leave first thing tomorrow morning, get an apartment and I can pay you back if you want so I don't feel indebted to you,”

He had only ever lied to me once—on our wedding day, holding me close, whispering, "From now on, I'll love only you." Men who are good with words are always liars. He seemed slightly surprised at my composure. In the past, after signing the papers, I would collapse, sobbing uncontrollably in front of him. "So, this time… I'm moving out…" Jake hesitated over his words, but I cut him off. "No need. I'll move out. I'm almost done packing." Surprise flashed across his face. The first time we divorced, I had lost control and thrown his things out of the house.

The difference was that 27-year-old Liliana had learned to keep her boy toys a secret from me, while 17-year-old Liliana only had eyes for me. The young Liliana sounded lost and helpless, her voice shaking with sobs. She asked me, "Si, why?" A day ago, she'd suddenly appeared behind me. When she'd seen the divorce papers in my hand, she'd also asked me why. At the time, she didn't understand why I would choose to walk away from her. Now, she couldn't understand why she, the woman who had promised to treat me well for a lifetime, had hurt me so badly ten years down the road.