The last person Isabel expected to see was her ex-husband, standing on her porch, gripping an envelope like his life depended on it. “Izzy, please,” he pleaded. “Just open it.” “Why would I?” She snapped. He swallowed hard: “BECAUSE IT’S ABOUT YOUR MOM.” What she saw inside shook her to the core.
I never thought I’d be the kind of woman who filed for divorce just days after her wedding. But I did. And yesterday, something happened that made me realize I’d been wrong about everything: Betrayal doesn’t just come from the person you marry. It can come from the person who raised you…
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It started when my ex-husband — technically “ex” for only a few days — showed up at my door, holding a thick envelope in his hands.
“Please don’t slam the door in my face,” he pleaded. “Izzy, please… Just open it. You need to see this.”
My fingers trembled on the doorknob. “Why would I? Josh, I can’t do this. Not now. Not ever. Go away.”
“Because it’s about your mom. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have to be. You know that.”
My stomach twisted. “My mom?”
I should’ve slammed the door. I should’ve told him to get lost. Instead, I just stood there, gripping the edge of the doorframe so hard my fingers ached.
Then he handed me the envelope.
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“Just look at these photos,” he said. His eyes — God, his eyes — looked wrecked.
Josh was “the cheater.” The liar. The reason I walked away from my marriage. Why was he standing here, bringing up my mother?
I snatched the envelope from his hands and ripped it open. And when I saw what was inside, MY BLOOD TURNED TO ICE.
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Let me back up so you understand why this hit me like a shockwave.
Josh and I weren’t some whirlwind romance. We’d known each other since high school.
He was the boy with paint-stained hands, worn-out sneakers, and a smile that could break your heart. The one who spent his days sketching in the back of the classroom and never cared that people whispered about his thrift-store clothes or the fact that his dad had walked out when he was 12.
I loved him anyway.
But my mother? She hated him.
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She called him “a boy with no future,” the kind of person who would only “drag me down.” So when I left for college in another state, she was thrilled. I was free of Josh. And for years, she believed that was for the best.
Until six months ago.
I had just moved back to my hometown. One night, I walked into a bar, and there he was. Josh. Older and rougher around the edges, but still him.
“Isabel?” he’d said, his voice soft with disbelief. “Is that really YOU?”
I remember how my heart had stuttered seeing him there. The years had been kind to him — he’d grown into his lanky frame, and those artist’s hands now bore calluses from hard work. But his eyes… they were the same ones I’d fallen into at 17.
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“I never thought I’d see you here again,” he’d said, sliding onto the barstool next to mine. “Last I heard, you were conquering the corporate world in Chicago.”
I smiled, twirling my glass. “Things change. I missed home. And everything dear to me.”
One drink turned into two. And two turned into a long walk under streetlights.
“Remember that time we snuck into the art room after hours?” I asked, laughing. “You were so determined to finish that painting before the exhibition.”
He grinned, nudging my shoulder. “And you were my lookout. Worst lookout ever, by the way. You got distracted by a stray cat.”
“Hey! That cat needed attention!”
And before I knew it, we were falling in love again.
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Within a month, we were married. Fast? Sure. But when you love someone and when you’ve always loved them, what’s the point in waiting?
The wedding was small — just us and a few friends at the courthouse, followed by a reception at a luxurious hotel. Josh had surprised me by booking the honeymoon suite, even though I knew it must have stretched his budget.
“You deserve everything,” he whispered that night. “I’ll spend my whole life trying to give it to you.”
I believed him. God, I believed him with every fiber of my being.
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That night, I was out with my friends for an after-wedding party. Josh had been exhausted, so he went up to our hotel room early to sleep.
Two days later, I got the damning photos — Josh, passed out in a hotel bed with a WOMAN beside him… at the same hotel where we had our wedding reception.
He swore he didn’t remember anything. Swore he had gone to bed drunk and alone. But what was I supposed to do? The proof was right there. So I filed for divorce.
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“Please,” he begged. “Please, Izzy, you have to believe me. I would never —”
But I’d already stopped listening and started packing.
And now, here he was, standing on my porch with an envelope, telling me I’d been WRONG.
My hands shook as I flipped through the photos.
The first one was from a hallway security camera. It showed a woman — the same woman from the pictures that destroyed my marriage — standing outside Josh’s hotel room.
But she wasn’t alone. She was with another man.
“I don’t understand,” I whispered. “What am I looking at?”
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Josh’s hands were clenched at his sides. “Keep going. Please.”
I swallowed hard and flipped to the next photo. The timestamp was two minutes later. The woman and the man were leaving the room.
That made no sense. Two minutes?
“The timing,” I said, my voice shaking. “This can’t be right.”
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“It is,” Josh added. “I’ve checked the timestamps a hundred times.”
I looked up at him, my throat dry. “What… what is this?”
Josh exhaled. “It’s proof. I told you I didn’t cheat, Izzy. I was drunk, passed out, and someone staged the whole thing.”
My mind raced, trying to piece it together. “But who would…? Why would anyone…?”
I flipped to the last photo. And that’s when I felt my stomach turn inside out.
It was taken outside the hotel. My MOTHER was in it.
She was standing with the woman and the man, handing them money.
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I stumbled back like I’d been slapped. “No. No, that’s not —”
“I knew something wasn’t right,” Josh said. “I got a job at the hotel, in security, just to access these. And this? This is the truth.”
I stared at the picture, bile rising in my throat. My mother. Paying them off. Paying them to RUIN MY MARRIAGE?
The car ride to my mother’s house was a blur.
Josh sat beside me, silent, his hands gripping his jeans. But neither of us spoke.
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The same streets I’d driven a thousand times before now felt foreign and hostile. Each familiar landmark was a reminder of a childhood filled with my mother’s “guidance” and her constant need to shape my life into her vision of perfection.
“Pull over,” Josh said suddenly.
I jerked the wheel, bringing the car to a stop beneath a sprawling oak tree. The same tree I used to climb as a kid, while my mother called out warnings about ruining my clothes.
“You’re shaking,” Josh said softly.
I looked down at my hands on the steering wheel. He was right.
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“I don’t know if I can do this,” I whispered.
“We can turn around.”
I shook my head. Not until we pulled into my mother’s driveway. “No. No, I need to know why. I need to hear her say it.”
“You don’t have to do this, Isabel.”
I swallowed, my grip tightening on the steering wheel. “Yes, I do.”
Twenty minutes later, I marched up to the front door and banged on it.
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A few seconds later, my mother opened it, wearing her usual carefully polished smile. The same smile she’d worn when she helped me pack my bags after the wedding. When she told me I was “better off without Josh.”
“Isabel, sweetheart! I wasn’t expecting —”
I threw the photos at her chest. “What the hell is this?”
She caught them, startled. Her eyes darted down. And in that moment, I saw it. The flicker of recognition. And guilt.
Then, just as quickly, she masked it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t,” I snapped. “Don’t you dare lie to me. You did this. You destroyed my marriage. WHY?”
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Her lips pursed. “I did what was best for you.”
I laughed. “Best for me? You ruined my life!”
“You don’t understand,” she said, her voice taking on that familiar condescending tone. “I’ve watched you make mistakes your whole life, Isabel. Running around with this boy in high school, wasting your talent on childish dreams —”
“My mistakes were mine to make!” I shouted. “You had no right!”
Josh stepped forward. “You wanted her to think I cheated. You wanted her to leave me.”
She lifted her chin, unfazed. “She deserves better than you.”
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“Better?” My voice cracked. “Better than someone who spent weeks working security shifts just to prove his innocence? Better than someone who never stopped fighting for us?”
I felt my hands tremble. “Better than someone who actually loves me? Better than someone who would go to any lengths to prove the truth?”
My mother sighed, rubbing her temples like she was exhausted. Like I was still that difficult child who needed to be corrected. “Sweetheart, be honest with yourself. You were going to end up like him. Struggling. Broke. A failed artist’s wife. I gave you a chance to escape that life.”
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I took a step back, my vision blurring with pure, unfiltered rage.
“You didn’t protect me. You didn’t care about my happiness. You cared about controlling me.”
Her jaw tightened. “You’ll understand someday. When you have children of your own —”
“No,” I cut her off, my voice ice-cold. “I will never understand this. And if I have children, they’ll never know you. Never know what it’s like to have their lives manipulated by someone who claims to love them.”
“You don’t mean that,” she whispered.
“I do. You’re not my mother anymore.”
And I walked away.
Josh and I sat in my car for a long time. Neither of us spoke.
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The setting sun painted the sky in shades of orange and pink — the same colors Josh used in his paintings. I wondered if he still painted. Although we’d been separated for a short time, it felt like we had lost years… memories, moments, and pieces of each other we could never get back.
Finally, I turned to him. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.
Josh swallowed, his voice rough. “You don’t have to be.”
I shook my head. “I do. I let her manipulate me. Again. Just like she always has.”
He was quiet for a moment. “Do you still love me?” he then asked, shattering the stillness around us and in my heart.
Tears burned my eyes. “Yes.”
His breath hitched. “Then let’s fix this. Together.”
I nodded, gripping his hand like a lifeline. Because the truth was, I had lost my mother that day. But maybe, just maybe, I hadn’t lost my husband.
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This morning, I stood in our shared apartment, surrounded by half-unpacked boxes and the smell of fresh paint. Josh’s easel sat by the window — he’d started painting again, filling our space with colors and light.
“Look what I found,” he called from across the room.
I turned to see him holding an old photograph. Us at 18, covered in paint after an impromptu art room session. My mother had hated that photo… said it was “undignified.”
“We were happy,” I said softly.
Josh set the photo down and hugged me. “We still are.”
I leaned into him, breathing in the familiar scent of paint and coffee. “I got another message from her today.”
“And?”
“I didn’t read it.” I closed my eyes. “Some bridges stay burned.”
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He kissed my temple. “Are you okay?”
I thought about the girl in that old photograph. About the woman who let her mother’s fears become her own. About the person I was becoming now… stronger, freer, and truly loved.
“Yeah,” I said. “I really am.”
Because sometimes the hardest choices lead us home. Sometimes letting go of the past means finding your future. And sometimes, the family you choose becomes the family you were always meant to have.
Josh and I might not have had the perfect wedding, or the perfect start. But we had something better… the truth. And in the end, that was all we needed. That, and each other.
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Brad Pitt’s youngest daughter Vivienne is a mini ‘Brangelina,’ stunning at 15
Despite their short but lovely marriage coming to an abrupt end, Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie had some amazing kids.
In addition to having the most famous double surname, Vivienne, 15, is the picture perfect daughter of picture-perfect parents and one of the most beautiful young women living. Her twin brother Knox and biological sister Shiloh share this surname.
Read on to learn more about the newest member of the Pitt-Jolie family!
Vivienne Marcheline Jolie-Pitt was born into an aristocratic Hollywood family and became well-known at an early age.
After the birth of their twins in 2008, Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, anticipating a circus of media attention, took control of the situation and sold People and Hello! the rights to the kids’ earliest photos! They donated the $14 million they collected from the sale of the images to their organization, the Maddox-Jolie-Pitt Foundation.
In a 2008 Rolling Stone interview, Brad Pitt talked about how the paparazzi invaded their personal lives, stating, “Well, we get run out of every major city.” That’s the cause of my b****ing. These photographers are pursuing the kids as they call out their names.
All eyes were focused on the couple and their growing family, though.
At the age of fifteen, Vivienne Marcheline, who went by her mother’s name Angelina Jolie, is widely recognized as one of the most stunning young women in the world. She is the youngest of six children, with her twin brother Knox being a few seconds older.
Given how stunning her parents are, it should come as no surprise that their children share their beauty.
Her father, a good-looking 60-year-old, is one of the only two men to have won People’s Sexiest Guy Alive twice, along with George Clooney and Johnny Depp. Numerous times, her mother has been named the world’s most beautiful woman.
Parents
In 1990, a young man from Missouri started to change Hollywood. His charming grin, bleached blonde hair, and innate acting abilities captivated every scene.
His perfectly sculpted features and dimples make him incredibly attractive to women. All he needed to win their hearts was a cowboy hat and a seductive sequence starring Geena Davis from the 1991 film Thelma and Louise.
Whether he plays a vicious psychopath in Kalifornia, an assassin in Bullet Train, or a kind-hearted blood sucker in Interview with the Vampire, Pitt never fails to captivate an audience that can’t get enough of him.
Pitt and Jennifer Aniston were one of the most alluring couples in Hollywood in the early 2000s, so many fans were devastated when they announced their divorce in 2005.
Only one month after Aniston filed for divorce, there were reports that the 48-year-old Mr. and Mrs. Smith actress and the Once Upon a Time star were dating.
Although the exact cause of Aniston and Pitt’s breakup remains unknown to the public, the Tomb Raider actress insists that the two were not intimate until Pitt’s divorce was finalized.
“To be intimate with a married man, when my own father cheated on my mother, is not something I could forgive,” she said, alluding to her father’s adultery. Her father is the well-known actor Jon Voight, who played Angelina Jolie’s father in the Lara Croft: Tomb Raider movie from 2001. She continued, saying, “I could not look at myself in the morning if I did that.” I would not be interested in a man who had an affair with his wife.
The couple’s biological kid Shiloh was born in 2006, and they were married in 2014, together with Knox and Vivienne. The family also consists of three adopted children: Maddox Jolie-Pitt, 22, from Cambodia, Zahara Jolie-Pitt, 18, and Pax Thien, 19, from Vietnam.
The Tomb Raider star explained that every child has reaped tremendous benefits from having a cosmopolitan upbringing.
They’re genuinely amazing people, and I think their sheer quantity has greatly influenced one another. Not that I led anything, really. I’m resolved to not give any of her children the benefit of the doubt. I always tell the truth to my children. And I’m incredibly human when it comes to my kids,” Jolie previously told People.
There are six remarkably diverse people living in my house. I’m infatuated with all the different stages, feelings, and interests that children go through. From whence could you not be? It’s our responsibility to help them find their identity. You can’t learn who they are if you don’t actively grow alongside them, she added.
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Furthermore, since their divorce in 2019, Jolie and the Oceans 11 actress have shared parental responsibilities for the children.
Vivienne
Jolie greeted her, “My mother comes to mind every time I see or say Vivienne’s full name.”
“I dare to say Viv is proving to resemble Ange in spirit, attitude, and physicality,” says Vivienne’s loving father. with regard to her character. She has the same grace as her mother.
The screen that she and her mother are using is the same one.
Vivienne costarred with her Oscar-winning mother as a young Princess Aurora in the 2014 film Maleficent. when he was five years old.
Jolie told Entertainment Weekly that she didn’t think Vivienne would be in the film and that she thinks parents should give their children the freedom to make their own decisions.
“Although they like coming on set and making brief cameos, our kids are not actors in our eyes. That’s not at all what Brad and I hope to accomplish. However, none of the other [performers], who were three and four years old, would come up to me. It had to be a child that liked me and didn’t run from my eyes, claws, or horns. It had to be Viv after all.
Although Vivienne is now assisting her mother in creating the Broadway musical adaptation of The Outsiders, which is scheduled to open in April 2024, her only performing credit to far is this one.
For the stage adaptation of the 1983 movie of the same name, Jolie’s daughter Viv acts as her assistant. Jolie told E! News that Viv “reminds me of my mother in that she isn’t focused on being the center of attention but in being a support to other creatives.” “She is very thoughtful and serious about it, and she works really hard to figure out how she can contribute to the theater.”
benevolent spirit
Apart from her hereditary endowments, Vivienne’s magnanimous disposition stems from her generous parents. In 2019, she was seen at a neighboring dog park in Los Angeles, where she was selling treats to raise money for a nearby rescue shelter.
As a passionate animal lover, Vivienne was devastated to hear in 2020 that her favorite bunny had passed away. Jolie spoke with Harper’s Bazaar on the loss and said,Following the death of Vivienne’s bunny during surgery, we adopted two cute but little rabbits with disabilities. They have to work in pairs. Because they are so gentle, it has been helpful to focus on their care for her at this time. And speaking of dogs, snakes, and lizards…
It’s amazing that the twins are fifteen years old, and it will be interesting to see what they decide to do with their lives.
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If you enjoyed this story as much as I did, you should read Shiloh, Vivienne’s older sister!
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