Divorced At Eighteen Novels & Stories

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

I scream and fight back the tears. “You said it, Mazikeen. I am just pointing out the fact and the evidence that they do,” he smirks at me, and I swear I want to drag my nails across his face and rip that look off it. “I was fourteen! A child, and raped! I also had no choice after my parents ripped the baby from my arms. Consider this my notice of us getting divorced, Edward. This marriage is over,” I turn, and he stops me. “All this because I pointed out the truth and a fact?” He glares down at me.

Author's Note: This is erotic fantasy. It involves sexual situations between consenting adults, all of whom are over 18 years of age. Since it is fantasy, I presume a world free of STDs. ~~~~~~ I was twenty-six and already divorced. Trevor didn’t even look me in the eye when he had the papers delivered. Six months of marriage, and I meant so little to him that he didn’t even bother to speak to me. Just a fucking envelope and a line scrawled under the reason: irreconcilable differences.

Gino told me smugly before he reclined on the couch in my office and straightened his feet on its matching footrest. My interest got piqued. “Why?” “Well, you can find everything about her in her portfolio, but to give you a heads up, your new executive assistant married at 18 and went through divorce at 20. She got married for a second time at 23 and widowed at 30. She said that she had enough grief to last her a lifetime. She just wanted to spend her life working and caring for her kids.” “Well, I can say that nobody could blame her. With her experience, it would make any woman throw in the towel. Maybe she has had enough heartaches to last her a lifetime.” I said thoughtfully, looking at

Author's Note: This is erotic fantasy. It involves sexual situations between consenting adults, all of whom are over 18 years of age. Since it is fantasy, I presume a world free of STDs. ~~~~~~ I was twenty-six and already divorced. Trevor didn’t even look me in the eye when he had the papers delivered. Six months of marriage, and I meant so little to him that he didn’t even bother to speak to me. Just a fucking envelope and a line scrawled under the reason: irreconcilable differences.

, that was true. Becky was one woman I dated that loved working, she was the best person to meet for business plans and advices. I smiled, "Away from me a little, let's talk about you". .She shrugged, "Well I'm divorced, with no kids thank God". "Divorced? when did you get married that you got divorced?". "A year after we broke up, met a rich black man, signed a prenup and got married, 6 months later I find him inches in a man; he was gay".

His pupils were spewing fire. “Do you think you have any right to make an opinion?! If it wasn't for your mother, I would have disowned you years ago, you wretch! You're a lost cause! A divorcee! You have no use for me anymore!” The woman frowned, “And whose fault is it that I'm a divorcee? You forced me to get married to a man thrice my age when I just turned eighteen. He tried to kill me by beating me multiple times and he also had another woman who tried killing me too, why shouldn't I leave? I'm just twenty, why should I stay in a marriage like that?!” She snapped back.

He would never love m the way he loves her. I quietly turned around and walked back upstairs. This time, my steps felt numb. The divorce papers still lay scattered across the bed where I dropped them earlier. I stared at them silently for a long moment before slowly picking up the pen beside them. My hands trembled violently as I signed my name. Aurora Sinclair.

"Divorce papers." Emily stared at them. Her hands trembled slightly as she picked up the document. Marcus spoke calmly. "You wanted a divorce." He glanced briefly at Alexander. "Now you have one." Ryan leaned closer to Daniel. "I feel like this is the beginning of a disaster." Daniel nodded quietly. Emily looked down at the papers. The word DIVORCE stared back at her. Marcus continued speaking. "You know…" "I almost didn’t sign them." Emily looked up sharply. "Why?" Marcus shrugged. "I thought maybe we could fix things."