Michael Douglas and Catherine Zeta-Jones have been through a lot together. They’ve lived in both the US and Bermuda with their children, Dylan Douglas and Carys Zeta-Douglas, and have experienced many changes along the way.
Now, Dylan is an adult. At 20 years old, he has chosen his own path in life. Being the son of a famous Hollywood star, and the grandson of the legendary Kirk Douglas, brings a lot of pressure.
However, his parents made sure he had the best childhood possible, even moving away from Bermuda to support him.
Michael Douglas was born on September 25, 1944, in New Brunswick, New Jersey, to actor parents Diana and Kirk Douglas.
When Michael was six years old, his parents divorced, and he went to live with his mother. He only saw his father during holidays.
Growing up, Michael Douglas attended the Eaglebrook School in Massachusetts and later went to the elite Choate School.
Michael was introduced to the acting world at a young age. He spent summers with his father, Kirk, who was often shooting films. By his teenage years, Michael knew he wanted to be an actor and asked his father to help him find roles.
Kirk, however, didn’t think acting was right for his son because of the pressure and unpredictability of the industry. He didn’t want either of his sons in show business, but Michael couldn’t be stopped.
Michael Douglas decided to turn down studying at Yale University and instead moved to California.
“I grew up on the East Coast and was going to go to an Ivy League school, but at the last minute, I decided to be a hippie,” he explained. “There were protest movements about the war and peace movements at our university. It was a fantastic time.”
While studying at the University of California, Santa Barbara, he kept asking his father, Kirk, for help to get into the movie industry. In 1966, he landed his first role.
### Start of Acting Career
Michael Douglas made his debut in *Cast a Giant Shadow*, where his father also starred. He played an uncredited driver in the film.
“I was lucky to grow up watching how my father acted, along with stars like Tony Curtis, Burt Lancaster, and Frank Sinatra, who were often at our house,” Michael said on *The Talk*. “You see stars with their insecurities and how they behave, so I think that’s kept me grounded.”
Michael Douglas graduated with a bachelor’s degree in 1968 and decided to move back to the East Coast. This time, he settled in New York City, where he continued to pursue his career in film.
Michael Douglas studied at the American Place Theatre and later at the Neighborhood Playhouse. He landed some leading roles and spent time performing in off-Broadway productions.
### Academy Award Winner
Before his first film role, Michael Douglas had a small part in the television show *The F.B.I.* The producer, Quinn Martin, was impressed with him, and Douglas then got a role in the new police series *The Streets of San Francisco*. The show premiered in 1972 and became Douglas’s big breakthrough.
*The Streets of San Francisco* became one of ABC’s highest-rated programs in the mid-1970s, airing during prime time. Michael Douglas received three consecutive Emmy Award nominations for his performance. He also directed two episodes of the series, gaining experience in directing, which he would use later.
In 1975, Michael produced the classic film *One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest*, which helped establish him as a top producer. The film won several Academy Awards, and Douglas himself won an Academy Award for Best Picture.
By this time, Douglas was a successful producer and director, and everyone wanted to work with him. He produced and starred in *The China Syndrome* (1979) alongside Jane Fonda. The movie received more Academy Award nominations and was named one of the best films of the year by the National Board of Review.
Michael Douglas went on to become a major Hollywood star with his performances as Gordon Gecko in *Wall Street* (1987), in *Falling Down* (1993), and *The Game* (1997).
### Michael Douglas – Catherine Zeta-Jones
During this time, he met his love, Catherine Zeta-Jones. Even before they met, he admired her talent.
“I was watching this movie and thought, ‘Wow, who is this girl? She’s incredible,’” Douglas remembered. He was watching a screening of her upcoming movie *The Mask of Zorro* at that moment.
The two stars met in 1996 at the Deauville Film Festival.
“I had been told Michael Douglas wanted to meet me,” Zeta-Jones said in a 2001 interview with Larry King. “I was a little nervous because I didn’t quite know what he wanted to meet me about.”
Michael Douglas knew right away that he had just met the love of his life.
However, Michael Douglas worried he had ruined any chance of a future with Catherine during their first meeting.
“I said to her after about half an hour, ‘You know, I’m going to be the father of your children,’” Douglas recalled on *The Jonathan Ross Show*, as quoted by E! News. “It sounded good, but she said, ‘You know, I’ve heard a lot about you and I’ve seen a lot about you, and I think it’s time I say goodnight.’”
### Married in 1999
Douglas and Zeta-Jones kept talking on the phone for about nine months and continued to enjoy dinners together. They eventually wondered why they weren’t officially together, so they decided to sit down and discuss it.
“He certainly didn’t want me as an ex-girlfriend on his list, and I certainly didn’t want ‘Michael Douglas’ as an ex-boyfriend on my list,” she said. “We looked at each other one day and said, ‘We’re having a lot of fun together.’”
Their romance blossomed. Despite the 25-year age difference, which attracted media attention, they didn’t care because their love was strong. On New Year’s Eve in 1999, Michael Douglas proposed to Catherine at his home in Aspen, Colorado.
“Both of us were sick as dogs because we had the flu,” Douglas recalled in 2016. Later that year, they got married.
“I don’t take any of this for granted,” Zeta-Jones told *People* during their wedding. “When I look at Michael, I run around like a little girl. I can’t believe I came into his life and he came into mine.”
### Dylan Douglas
Just months after their engagement, there were rumors that the couple was expecting a child. In August 2000, Dylan Douglas was born. He was Catherine Zeta-Jones’s first child and Michael Douglas’s second; his first son, Cameron, was born in 1978 to his former wife, Diandra Luker.
Catherine and Michael welcomed their second child, a daughter named Carys Zeta-Douglas, in 2003. Like any marriage, they faced ups and downs, but their love always prevailed.
Now, their children are all grown up, and Dylan Douglas has chosen a very different career from that of his parents. He seems to be quite the daredevil.
Dylan Douglas is now 20 years old and has already lived in several places.
### Dylan Douglas – Childhood
As a young child, Dylan and his family lived in Bermuda. Michael Douglas has strong ties to the islands because his mother is from there, and he spent many teenage summers there.
In 2001, when Dylan was just one year old, Michael and Catherine decided to move the family to Bermuda. Being two major celebrities, they believed it would be better for their children to grow up away from the spotlight, which can often be toxic.
Douglas and Zeta-Jones, who were living in New York City at the time, wanted their kids to have a safe and calm upbringing without the hassle of paparazzi.
In Bermuda, they felt people respected their privacy.
“Bermuda creates an environment for us away from the entertainment business and gives our kids independence and freedom where showbiz isn’t on everybody’s lips,” Douglas said, as quoted by the *Bermuda Sun*. “It’s a lovely, lovely place.”
However, the family only stayed on the island for eight years because Dylan was diagnosed with dyslexia.
### Dylan Douglas – Dyslexia
Dylan didn’t start reading until he was five years old. His parents, Michael Douglas and Catherine Zeta-Jones, decided it was best for him to attend a special school in New York. So, the Douglas family left Bermuda, and Dylan finally got the chance to show everyone what a great kid he was. He enrolled at the Windward School, which specializes in helping children with dyslexia.
Those years were very challenging for the Douglas family. Not only was Dylan’s half-brother Cameron sentenced to five years in prison, but Michael Douglas also found out that he had stage 4 tongue cancer. He went through chemotherapy and radiation therapy while Dylan was adjusting to his new school.
In the end, Michael Douglas successfully overcame his cancer treatment, and Dylan went on to enjoy school. During an emotional speech at a Windward School fundraiser, Dylan honored the school that helped him overcome his dyslexia and also talked about how his father’s cancer had affected his life.
At My Wedding, a Little Girl Walked Into the Church and Asked My Fiancé, ‘Dad, Are You Going to Do to Her What You Did to Mom?’
Mindy’s wedding was perfect, surrounded by loved ones, vows, and roses. Just as she was about to say “I do,” the church doors burst open and a little girl bolted toward the groom. A chilling silence filled the room when she looked up and asked: “Dad, are you going to do to her what you did to Mom?”
Standing at the altar, I couldn’t stop smiling. My fiancé Liam’s fingers were warm and steady around mine, grounding me in the moment. His eyes locked onto mine, full of a love that felt unshakable.
“You look breathtaking, my love,” he whispered, making me blush. “I can’t believe this day is finally here.”
A bride and groom in the church | Source: Unsplash
The church was alive with soft murmurs and glowing smiles from friends and family, all here to celebrate with us. Everything about the day… the perfect dress, the perfect man, and the perfect vows felt like a fairy tale
My heart swelled as I opened my mouth to speak. Just then, the heavy wooden doors at the back of the church creaked open with a loud thud that made my skin crawl.
Every head turned. A little girl, no older than eight or nine, stood in the doorway, her small frame stark against the grandeur of the room. She clutched a scruffy stuffed bunny, her pigtails messy as if she’d run a mile to get here.
“There you are!” she muttered under her breath.
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She started bolting in our direction, her sneakers squeaking on the polished floor. My stomach twisted with something I couldn’t name. Something about her face and her eyes struck me.
Next to me, Liam stiffened. And his grip on my hand loosened.
“Oh no,” he breathed, so softly I almost didn’t hear it.
The girl stopped a few feet from us. Her voice, though shaky, rang clear as she looked up at Liam and asked, “Dad, are you going to do to her what you did to Mom?”
A collective gasp rippled through the church. I felt Liam’s hand go cold in mine, his breath catching in a way that spoke volumes of unspoken terror.
“DAD??” The word felt like a slap. I turned to Liam, searching his face, but he just stood there, frozen, his lips parted.
“What is she talking about?” I whispered.
A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney
“I… I don’t know who she is,” he stammered, taking a step back. His eyes darted around the church, searching for an escape.
The girl’s face crumpled, her eyes welling with tears. “You’re lying!” she shouted, her small hands clenched into fists. “You promised you wouldn’t lie again!”
“Go away, girl,” Liam’s voice cracked with panic and desperation. “I don’t know you.”
“You’re lying! You’re my daddy!” the girl yelled.
Gasps rippled through the church. My chest tightened, my thoughts spiraling as I tried to make sense of what was happening. Before I could say anything, the doors creaked open again.
An older woman walked in, carrying a blond-haired toddler on her hip. Her face was lined with age and grief, and her eyes were filled with fury.
A furious older woman | Source: Midjourney
Her gaze landed on Liam, ignoring everyone else, including me. “Liam, did you really think you could run from your past forever? I see you haven’t changed a bit,” she said coldly, each word dripping with pain and malice.
Panicked, Liam blurted out, “Go away! I don’t know you or what you’re talking about!”
She ignored him and walked down the aisle with slow, deliberate steps. The toddler in her arms squirmed, grabbing at her pearl necklace, while the little girl ran to her and buried her face in the woman’s skirt.
“Shh, it’s okay, Ellie,” she murmured, her hand stroking the girl’s hair. Then she stopped in front of me, her expression softening. “My name’s Marilyn… and I’m sorry to ruin your wedding,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “But you deserve to know the truth.”
A bride looking at someone | Source: Midjourney
I looked at her, then at the children, then back at Liam. My stomach churned. “What’s going on?” I gasped, my voice rising. “Who are you? And these children… who are they?”
“These,” Marilyn said, gesturing to the little girl and the boy in her arms, “are Ellie and Sammy. LIAM’S CHILDREN.”
The words hit me like a punch. I stared at her, shaking my head. “No. That can’t be true.”
“Ask him. He knows better,” the lady said, her eyes fixed on Liam like a predatory hawk.
“Liam, is this true?” I turned to him, hoping it wasn’t. “Answer me! Why are you silent?”
His head hung low, his shoulders slumped with the weight of years of secrets.
An anxious man frowning | Source: Midjourney
Marilyn sighed, her voice filled with sadness and fury. She showed me an old wedding photo of Liam and another woman. My heart cracked, and tears streamed down my cheeks as I shakily took the picture.
“Nearly a decade ago, my daughter Janice fell in love with Liam. They got married, had Ellie, and for a while, everything seemed fine. But when Janice got pregnant with Sammy, things changed. Sammy was born with Down syndrome, and Liam—” she paused, tears gushing from her eyes.
“Liam couldn’t handle it. He just walked away.”
The little girl looked up, tears streaming down her cheeks. “He left us,” she whispered. “He left us when we needed him most.”
An emotional little girl | Source: Midjourney
The room erupted in murmurs. My knees wobbled, and I gripped the altar for support. “Liam, tell me she’s lying,” I pleaded. “Please. Tell me this isn’t true.”
Liam’s silence was crushing. “It’s not that simple,” he muttered, his voice hollow.
“Not that simple?” Marilyn’s voice cut through like a knife. “You abandoned a sick child and a grieving wife. Janice begged you for help, but you turned your back on her and the kids without a second thought.”
“Oh my God… this is unbelievable,” I whispered, my wedding dress suddenly feeling like a suffocating weight. “How did you even find us? How did you know about today?”
A startled bride | Source: Midjourney
Marilyn’s expression shifted, softening just enough to show the pain beneath her anger.
“I live in the small cottage at the end of Silver Oak Street in the next town. Yesterday, my neighbor stopped by. She works for the wedding organizer you hired and showed me your engagement photos online. She thought it was sweet… a beautiful couple getting married in this church. But the moment I saw Liam’s face, I was shaken. I knew Ellie needed answers. And you deserved the truth before it was too late.”
Ellie, still clutching Marilyn’s skirt, looked up with tear-streaked cheeks. “I didn’t want to ruin your wedding,” she said softly, her voice trembling. “I just didn’t want him to hurt you like he hurt us. And Mommy.”
A teary-eyed little girl | Source: Midjourney
The toddler chose that moment to reach out towards Liam, his small hand opening and closing, oblivious to the storm of emotions swirling around him. The innocent gesture felt like the most devastating part of all.
“We had to tell you,” Marilyn added. “Someone needed to protect you.”
My heart broke. I knelt in front of the girl, meeting her tearful gaze. “You didn’t ruin anything, sweetheart. You saved me from a lifetime of lies.”
Ellie’s lower lip trembled. “Really?” she whispered, a glimmer of hope breaking through her tears.
I turned to Liam as I rose, my anger boiling over. “You don’t deserve this family. And you sure as hell don’t deserve me.”
“Please,” Liam started, taking a step forward, but I cut him off with a look that could shatter glass.
“Don’t. Not a single word. I don’t know why you did what you did. All I know is that it’s unforgivable.”
A man gaping in shock | Source: Midjourney
I pulled the ring off my finger and set it on the altar. The diamond caught the light like a cruel reminder of everything that had been a lie. Without another word, I walked past him, past the guests still frozen in shock, and out of the church.
The days that followed were some of the hardest of my life. I called off the wedding, moved out of the apartment Liam and I had decorated together, and ignored every attempt he made to contact me.
Therapy became my anchor, helping me sort through the anger, betrayal, and sadness.
“Some days, I want to scream,” I told my therapist during one session. “Other days, I just want to understand how someone could walk away from their own family.”
A woman talking to a therapist | Source: Pexels
But I couldn’t stop thinking about Ellie, Sammy, and Marilyn. Their story stayed with me. The pain they’d endured and Marilyn’s strength in stepping up when Liam had walked away touched a part of me that believed in the power of compassion.
One afternoon, I made a decision. Grabbing a bouquet of flowers and a basket of cookies, I arrived at the little cottage at the end of Silver Oak Street.
“I want to help,” I said when Marilyn answered the door. “If you’ll let me.”
She was quiet for a moment, and I could hear Ellie’s laughter in the background. Then Marilyn spoke, her voice soft but strong. “Come inside.”
A picturesque house | Source: Midjourney
“I’m not looking for revenge,” I said as I made myself comfortable on the couch. “I just want to understand. And maybe, if possible, to help.”
The silence that followed felt like a bridge — fragile, but potentially leading somewhere healing.
Over the weeks that followed, I became a part of their lives. I stayed with them on weekends, helped Ellie with her schoolwork, playing teacher and making math problems feel like exciting puzzles. I played peek-a-boo with Sammy, his infectious giggles filling the room with pure joy.
I even organized a fundraiser for families with special needs children, channeling my pain into something meaningful. It wasn’t the life I’d imagined, but it felt right.
Cheerful little children playing with each other | Source: Pexels
One night, as I tucked Ellie into bed, surrounded by her stuffed animals and colorful drawings, she looked up at me with those big, hopeful eyes. “Do you hate my dad?” she asked softly.
I thought about it for a moment, carefully considering my words. “No, sweetie. I don’t hate him. But I’m glad I didn’t marry him.”
Her brow furrowed, a miniature expression of concentration. “You don’t hate him? But why?”
“Because then I wouldn’t have met you,” I said with a smile, touching the tip of her nose.
A little girl hugging her teddy bear | Source: Midjourney
Ellie hugged her teddy tighter and grinned, a smile so bright it could chase away any shadows of past hurt. “I’m glad too,” she whispered.
And at that moment, my heart felt lighter as I realized something: out of the wreckage of my wedding day, I’d found something beautiful… a family I never expected but wouldn’t trade for the world. Sometimes, the most unexpected paths lead to the most extraordinary destinations.
An emotional, teary-eyed woman | Source: Midjourney
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