Divorced At Eighteen Novels & Stories

/The Past/ ✧༝┉˚❋Lucian Montague❋˚┉༝✧ Divorces are not to be taken lightly. A child from a broken home can really be messed up depending on how the divorce goes-- those are the words from my therapist. When my parents split up I was only six years old. Dealing with the fight between my father and my mother. Which led to my father’s arrest, and his having to serve a sixteen-year sentence.

“I overheard Grandpa Charlie talking to Aunt Selena over the phone, mommy. I don’t understand why you and Daddy are divorcing but I know that you both love me and that’s enough for me.” Tears profusely rolled down my cheeks as I stared at her face. I don't know what to say. She’s too young to experience a broken family but I can’t take back my words. Tyler had agreed and we already filed the divorce. Our marriage had ended. There’s no turning back now. “I-I’m sorry…” As soon as I found my voice, those words escaped my lips. “I’m sorry for being a bad mommy to you…” Millie sat on the bed and gently wiped the tears that were rolling down my face. She looked sad now while looking at my face and

Anna's POV Children. Marriage. Prenups. The words swirled in my head like debris in a tornado. Not even twenty-five years old, and already I'd been through a divorce, nearly died in a suspicious "accident," and now faced a second marriage proposal. Most people my age were still figuring out their career paths or enjoying carefree relationships. Instead, I was running a corporation, navigating treacherous business deals, and apparently collecting marriage proposals like some people collected shoes.

After requesting an extended leave from my boss, I boarded a flight abroad. Of course, before leaving, I didn't forget to send Sebastian the divorce papers I had prepared long ago, along with the evidence of his affair that I had gathered. If he had any sense, he would sign them. If not, things would only get ugly in the end. This trip had no fixed destination—I just wanted to get away, see new places, taste new foods. Life had to go on. There was no need to punish myself for someone else's mistakes.

My hands shook a little after I put my signature on the paper as I realized the gravity of what I had just done. I was officially divorced. As I stared at the signed papers, something shifted inside me. It wasn’t just grief any more; it was clarity. I had nothing left tying me to Washington city. No family. No home. There's no reason to stay. The love I’d fought for, cried for and defended had never truly existed. Julian had walked out of our marriage long before today. I was just the last one to leave. And maybe, just maybe, that made me stronger. I wiped my tears, squared my shoulders, and told myself I would not be broken. I would start again on my own terms.

“I’ve been calling Lena for days and she hasn’t answered me once. What the hell is going on.” “She’s not here,” I reply. Beth turns slowly, arms crossing. “What does that mean, she’s not here.” “It means we are divorced,” I snap. “She left.” Beth just stares at me for a second, like she’s trying to decide if I’m joking. “What the fuck do you mean, you are divorced,” she says finally. “I mean exactly what I said,” I reply. “It’s done we are over.” She lets out a sharp laugh that has no humor in it. “You are full of shit.”

I could take them and build the life I wanted, free from the obligation to read anyone's mood or seek anyone's approval. Edric wanted me out of the capital, and that suited me perfectly. The Regent's household had never been anything but a gilded cage, and I had wanted to leave for a long time. I had Finch bring the gold to my courtyard, and right there in front of him, I picked up a quill and signed my name on the divorce acknowledgment. Suvanne Thayne. The strokes were clean, without a moment of hesitation. Then, I called for my things to be packed.

He's spent twenty-six years of his life turning her into his human-robot, someone who would do anything he said. Anita glared at him, hate filled her eyes. “ I'm not perfect. Since you don't know, let me tell you. Mark and I divorced two years after our marriage. None of those kids are mine, I couldn't carry a child because my womb was damaged from the so-called body fit pills you forced me to take.” “ I've quit my job; I'm thinking of going into fashion because, in case you haven't f**king guessed, I'm a woman! Tomorrow, I'd be living in South Africa with a man I truly love.”

I paused and uttered slowly, "Also, Neil and I are officially divorced. The Young family's affairs have absolutely nothing to do with me anymore!" Marianne's voice was shrill, almost piercing my eardrums. "Good riddance! You’ve been married for two years, and you haven't even given birth to a baby yet! My grandson should’ve divorced you long ago! Now that you're divorced, get the hell out of my sight and stop bothering my grandson!" Her insults never stopped. Liam could hear them from beside me, even though I did not put the call on speaker.

I tried to search within me if there was anything I recalled doing to her that would make her do this, but I couldn't come up with anything. Being the only son out of the two children of my widowed Mom, it has always been her wish that I got married early. She wanted me to get married when I was just sixteen and in high school. Yes, we had everything at our disposal. Money, cars, house, name it all, but come to think of it, does it make any sense for a sixteen years old high schooler to have gotten married? I am not a girl for fuck's sake, so how was I going to cope? Well, I managed to escape from that up until I graduated from college, and all hell broke loose after I took over the family's