Prince Harry is reportedly “in tears” after finding out that his older brother received a new title from their father. Prince William was bestowed with a new military honor that used to belong to the Duke of Sussex.

In British royal family news, the Duke of Sussex has reacted to the news of Prince William becoming the Colonel-in-Chief of the Army Air Corps. The announcement of Prince William’s new title was initially made by Buckingham Palace. According to royal expert Richard Fitzwilliams, Prince Harry is very upset, to say the least.

“King Charles’ announcement that Prince Harry is being stripped of his role as Colonel-in-Chief of the Army Corps is a real kick in the teeth for the son who always felt marginalized,” Richard noted while speaking on the matter.

He went on to expand that what adds further insult to injury for Prince Harry is the fact that the role is being passed over to someone whom he deems as the “cause of so many of his problems – his brother.” The Duke of Sussex is said “to have been in tears when he heard” the news.

Apparently, while the senior royals were aware of the emotional damage they would be causing Prince Harry, “they have decided the gloves are off.”

Continuing to speak on how the royal family feels about the situation, Richard added, “Harry needs to realize that when you betray the family, you don’t just escape the things you hated doing as a working royal. You also lose the things you loved.”

Adding more salt to the wound is the fact that Prince Harry loved being Colonel-in-Chief of the Army Air Corps as it was something “he was very proud” of.

Richard asserted that the Duke is also heartbroken because when he was serving in the military, it was “a rare happy time in his life” as he was recognized for his achievements “as a man” and not as a royal family member.

Ahead of the title handover on May 13, 2024, at the Army Aviation Centre in Middle Wallop, Richard stated that Prince Harry’s “last few ties to his old life are being cut and he is being set adrift, permanently.”

However, the Duke of Sussex is reportedly fighting back against being pushed out as he was seen wearing his KCVO Neck Order and Star, conferred to him by his late grandmother, Queen Elizabeth II, at St. Paul’s Cathedral on May 9, 2024.

He was at the cathedral to honor the 10th anniversary of the Invictus Games. The esteemed medal is conferred to an individual to recognize their service to the monarchy and is awarded as part of the Royal Victorian Order.

Much like Richard has made inferences about how Prince Harry reacted to his brother’s new title, royal author Tom Quinn has asserted his beliefs concerning why the prince chose to wear his medal of honor.

“Wearing this was Harry’s way of reminding his family that his grandmother valued his contribution […] wearing the medal is Harry’s way of saying ‘You’ve taken everything else from me, but you can’t take this!'” expressed Tom to a news outlet.

Although handing over the title of Colonel-in-Chief of the Army Corps to his brother amid his stay in the U.K. came as an extreme blow to Prince Harry, it does not take away the fact that his ties to the Armed Forces run deep.

Prince Harry worked in the Armed Forces for ten years, serving two Afghanistan duty tours with the British Army before ending his operational duties in 2015. In addition to Prince Harry, other members of the royal family “have official relationships with many units of the Forces.”

The official website for the King and Queen of England states that the royal family pays soldiers, airmen, and sailors, who serve both at home and abroad, “regular visits.” They have long recognized and supported “the work of the Armed Services.”

Drawing back to Prince William’s new title bestowment, the timing of the news has caused speculation. Public conjecture has been swirling based on the fact that it is widely known that Prince Harry and his father’s relationship has been tense in recent years.

“This is one of the most public rifts in the world. If it was handled in private without so much press speculation, it would have a better chance of being resolved,” asserted Richard while speaking about Prince Harry and King Charles III.

The rift between the father and son runs so deep that even when Prince Harry was back in the U.K. in May 2024, a meeting between him and the King of England would not take place. This sparked heated responses from the public.

“In response to the many inquiries and continued speculation on whether or not The Duke will meet with his father while in the U.K. this week, it unfortunately, will not be possible due to His Majesty’s full program,” announced a spokesperson for Prince Harry.

The statement went on to explain, “The Duke of course is understanding of his father’s diary of commitments and various other priorities and hopes to see him soon.” According to a media outlet, King Charles III had a busy schedule because he had just returned to his public royal duties at the time.

The public reacted with shock and outrage to the news that Prince Harry and King Charles III did not see each other during this time, with many people expressing disappointment in the King. “That’s absolutely unforgivable, that a Dad can’t prioritize his son. King or not!!!” chastised a social media user.

Similarly, someone else expressed, “Harry deserves better. Shame on #KingCharles. He treated #PrincessDiana terrible as well. #TheWholeWorldIsWatching.” “Shameful… but Prince Harry can sleep well at night. He has reached out numerous times,” commented another.

Someone else who felt particularly strongly about the matter stated, “Sadly, his father chooses his position over his family. His father has made it very clear where his love is. If he really wanted to see his son he would and could. This whole situation clearly shows that it is all about him and his ‘control over others.'”

Since working behind the scenes amid his cancer diagnosis and treatment, King Charles III held an audience at Buckingham Palace on May 7, 2024, where the Prime Minister of Fiji, Sitiveni Rabuka, was welcomed. Further occupying the King’s time was the premiere garden party of the season, which took place at Buckingham Palace on May 8, 2024.

Like his father, Prince Harry was also booked and busy. His time in the U.K. was spent on the Invictus Games’ anniversary which kicked off with a panel on May 7, 2024. Then, while at St. Paul’s Cathedral Prince Harry gave a reading.

Just like his relationship with his father, the Duke of Sussex also has a strained relationship with his brother Prince William. He candidly talked about the animosity between them during an interview on “Good Morning America.”

Asked how their late mother Princess Diana would feel about their estrangement, Prince Harry said, “I think she would be sad. I think she’d be looking at it long term, to know that there a certain things that we need to go through to be able to heal the relationship. The royal added he has felt his mother’s presence now more than before.

After my husband of twenty years left me, I struggled to find love again at forty-one. Desperate, I joined a dating site and met a charming man named Juan. I took a leap of faith and traveled to Mexico to surprise him, but it turned out to be the worst decision.

My name is Lily, and I am 41 years old. Recently, my husband left me after 20 years of marriage, and I had no idea how to proceed. I married early in my life, so I didn’t have much experience meeting new people.

I couldn’t make new friends, and finding love in your forties is hard. So, I shut myself off and rarely left the house.

In desperation, I registered on a dating site and started chatting with a handsome man from Mexico named Juan. He was so confident and gallant I couldn’t believe it was real. Very soon, our online flirtation was turning into something more.

Things developed quickly, and he began inviting me to visit him in Mexico. At first, I hesitated. What if he wasn’t who he seemed to be? What if I was just setting myself up for more heartbreak?

But the thought of spending my days in the lonely routine I had fallen into pushed me to take a chance. I finally decided to surprise him by arriving unannounced.

I gathered my things for a few weeks’ trip, bought plane tickets, and was ready to go. I was really nervous. I wasn’t sure he would be the same as he was online, but I needed this. It felt like my last chance to be happy.

As I boarded the plane, my heart raced with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. The flight seemed to take forever, and I could only think about Juan.

Would he be as charming in person? Would he be happy to see me? I tried to calm my racing thoughts, reminding myself that this was a step toward a new beginning.

It was difficult for me to reach Juan because it turned out he lived in a small town far from the airport. The journey was long and tiring. After landing, I had to find a taxi to take me to his town.

“Where!? Where!?” The taxi driver kept screaming at me because he couldn’t understand what I was saying. I could feel my frustration rising, so I quickly pulled out my phone and showed him the address.

“See? Right here, I need you to take me to this town. How much?”

“Good, good, let’s go!” he answered, finally understanding.

Traveling had always been a challenge for me. I always seemed to find the worst ways to communicate with people, and my luck was notoriously bad. But this time, I felt like everything was going to turn out well, which gave me the courage to keep going.

The drive felt endless, winding through narrow, unfamiliar roads. I watched the scenery change from the bustling city to quieter, rural landscapes.

The further we drove, the more anxious I became. I couldn’t help but wonder if I was making a huge mistake. But I pushed those thoughts aside, reminding myself that I was here to take a chance on happiness.

Finally, the taxi pulled up to a small apartment building. I paid the driver and stepped out, feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves. As I approached the building, I saw Juan just entering his apartment.

“Juan! Surprise!” I called out, running towards him. I couldn’t wait to see his reaction.

He looked very surprised, and for a moment, I thought he was upset to see me. But then he suddenly smiled, and my heart calmed down.

“Oh, it’s you! I wasn’t expecting you! Why didn’t you text me about your visit?”

“I’m sorry, I thought you would be happy to see me, Juan. You look so much better in person!” I said, trying to keep the mood light.

“Yeah! You too… Lucy…” he said, hesitating slightly.

“Lily…” I corrected him, feeling a pang of disappointment. He didn’t even remember my name. Maybe that was the first red flag I should have noticed.

“Lily! Yeah, that’s what I meant. I’m sorry, sometimes American names are a bit confusing to me.”

Maybe he was right, I thought. I shouldn’t be so negative. He was so handsome, and his accent made me want to listen to him more and more.

He invited me into his apartment, and we sat down to talk. The conversation flowed easily; before I knew it, we laughed and shared stories as if we had known each other for years.

As the evening went on, we opened a bottle of wine. I felt my nerves melting away with each sip. Juan was charming and attentive, and I enjoyed his company more than I had expected.

“So, what made you decide to come all the way here?” Juan asked, his eyes twinkling with curiosity.

“I just needed a change,” I admitted. “After my husband left, I felt so lost. Talking to you made me feel hopeful again.”

“I’m glad you came,” he said, his smile warm and reassuring. “It’s nice to meet you in person finally.”

We continued talking late into the night, the wine loosening our tongues and deepening our connection. Eventually, exhaustion caught up with me, and I could barely keep my eyes open.

“I think I need to get some sleep,” I said, stifling a yawn.

“Of course, you must be tired from your trip,” Juan said, guiding me to a spare room. “Sleep well, Lily.”

“Goodnight, Juan,” I said, smiling as I drifted off, feeling content and hopeful for the first time in a long while.

But the next morning would bring a harsh reality I wasn’t prepared for. I woke up on the street, disoriented and confused. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a soft light over the unfamiliar surroundings.

My head throbbed, and I quickly realized that my phone and money were gone. I was left in my dirty clothes, feeling completely helpless.

Panic set in as I looked around. People were starting their day, but no one seemed to notice me. I tried to speak to passersby, but my voice came out shaky and desperate.

“Please help! Anybody!? Call the police!” I shouted, hoping someone would understand.

But nobody did. They all glanced at me briefly before hurrying on their way, looking at me like I was homeless or worse.

The language barrier was like a wall between me and any potential help. I felt a wave of hopelessness wash over me, and tears began to well up in my eyes.

Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, a tall man approached me. He had a kind face and wore an apron, suggesting he worked at a nearby restaurant. He spoke to me in Spanish, and his words were rapid and hard to follow. I shook my head, trying to convey that I didn’t understand.

He seemed to realize the problem and switched to broken English. “You… need help?” he asked, his voice gentle.

“Yes, please,” I replied, my voice trembling. “I don’t have my phone or money. I don’t know what to do.”

He nodded, his expression sympathetic. “Come… with me,” he said, gesturing for me to follow him. “I… Miguel.”

“Lily,” I said, trying to manage a weak smile. I followed Miguel to a small, cozy restaurant just down the street. The aroma of freshly baked bread and coffee filled the air, momentarily distracting me from my fear.

Miguel led me to a back room, where he handed me some clothes – a simple dress and a pair of shoes. “You… change,” he said, pointing to a small restroom.

I nodded gratefully. “Thank you, Miguel.”

I changed into clean clothes inside the restroom, feeling a little more human. I splashed some water on my face and looked at my reflection in the mirror. Despite the situation, I felt a flicker of hope. Miguel’s kindness was like a lifeline.

When I came out, Miguel had prepared a plate of food for me. Eggs, toast, and a cup of hot coffee. He pointed to the chair, indicating I should sit and eat. “Eat… you need strength,” he said.

I sat down and started to eat, the food filling the emptiness in my stomach. “Thank you,” I said again, my eyes welling up with gratitude.

Miguel smiled and nodded. “You… use phone after.”

As I finished eating, I couldn’t help but reflect on the events that had brought me here. Juan had seemed so perfect, but now it was clear he wasn’t who he pretended to be.

The realization was painful, but Miguel’s unexpected kindness reminded me that there were still good people in the world.

When I looked out into the hall to see how Miguel worked, I was stunned to see Juan in the distance. He was with a new woman, laughing and chatting as if nothing had happened.

My heart pounded in my chest, and anger surged through me. How could he just move on so easily after what he had done to me?

I rushed back to Miguel, trying to explain what had happened. “Miguel, that man, Juan! He’s the one who robbed me! We need to call the police!” I said, my words tumbling out in a frantic rush.

Miguel looked confused, not fully understanding my English. I took a deep breath and tried again, speaking slowly and gesturing towards Juan.

“He stole my money and phone.”

Miguel’s face showed he still didn’t quite understand, but he nodded and looked concerned. I realized I needed to be clearer.

I grabbed a napkin and quickly drew a crude picture of a phone and a dollar sign, then crossed them out. “Juan took these from me,” I said, pointing to the drawing, then to Juan.

Miguel’s face showed he still didn’t quite understand, but he nodded and looked concerned. I realized I needed to be clearer.

I grabbed a napkin and quickly drew a crude picture of a phone and a dollar sign, then crossed them out. “Juan took these from me,” I said, pointing to the drawing, then to Juan.

Miguel’s eyes widened in realization. He looked at Juan, then back at me. “Police?” he asked, mimicking holding a phone.

“Yes, but wait,” I said, an idea forming in my mind. “Can I borrow a waitress’s uniform?”

Miguel looked puzzled but nodded. He quickly fetched a uniform and handed it to me. I rushed to the restroom to change, my heart racing with both fear and determination.

I walked out into the hall, trying to blend in with the other staff. My eyes were locked on Juan and the new woman he was with. They were engrossed in their conversation, oblivious to my presence. I approached their table, my hands shaking slightly.

“Excuse me, sir,” I said, using the most professional tone I could muster. “You dropped this earlier.” I handed Juan a napkin, hoping he would be distracted enough not to recognize me right away.

Juan looked up, mildly surprised. As he took the napkin, I quickly reached for his phone lying on the table. I grabbed it and hurried back to Miguel, my heart pounding in my chest.

Miguel looked confused as I thrust the phone into his hands. “Look at the messages,” I said, opening the chat between Juan and me.

“And there are dozens of other women, too.”

Miguel scrolled through the messages, his eyes widening in shock. He looked at me, then back at Juan, who was still laughing with the woman.

Miguel’s expression hardened with understanding and anger. He nodded and pulled out his phone to call the police.

Minutes later, the police arrived. They spoke with Miguel, who gestured towards Juan. The officers approached Juan’s table, and I watched as they questioned him. Juan’s face went from confident to confused to panicked in a matter of seconds. The police escorted him out of the restaurant, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me.

Miguel turned to me with a look of concern and kindness. “You… okay?” he asked.

I nodded, tears of relief and gratitude filling my eyes. “Thank you, Miguel. You believed me and helped me. I don’t know how to repay you.”

Miguel smiled gently. “Good people help each other. You find a new start now.”

I realized that in this crazy journey, I had found someone who truly cared. Miguel’s kindness and support gave me the strength to face a difficult situation and become stronger. As I stood there, I felt a sense of hope for the future. I wasn’t alone anymore, and that made all the difference.

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This “First American Supermodel” defies time, embracing her wrinkles and natural beauty at 77. See how this iconic figure has evolved through the decades, from her early days on magazine covers to her graceful presence today.

In her earlier years, this model was the epitome of all-American beauty, with a career that skyrocketed her to international fame. Known for her groundbreaking work in the fashion industry, she set new standards, paving the way for many who followed in her footsteps.

At the age of 17, the model made her mark by gracing the cover of Glamour magazine. While most models face the end of their careers in their early 30s, she defied the odds.

At 31, Time magazine celebrated her as the quintessential All-American model, a rare acknowledgment that solidified her status as a cultural icon. However, her journey in the modeling world didn’t stop there.

She continued to captivate audiences with her timeless beauty and charm, even appearing in Sports Illustrated’s famous swimsuit issue for the fourth time in 1996.

Her appearances in this iconic issue were followed by appearances by other well-known models, including Gigi Hadid and Tyra Banks. Just a few years later, this All-American supermodel appeared on the cover of More magazine in December 2000.

Recently, social media users erupted in admiration of a throwback photo of this trailblazing supermodel, with fans gushing over how stunning she looked.

“How did you even look like that! Insane! 🥳,” one person wrote. “Oh my gosh, just ICONIC.❤️ “ another social media user commented. A third person typed, “So pretty and natural…😉.”

As her career began to slow down, the model transitioned into a new chapter in her life — motherhood. In the early hours of July 1, 2001, she welcomed fraternal twins, who were born via surrogate. At the time, the model was married to yoga master Rod Stryker and already had a 9-year-old son from a previous marriage.

At 53, the supermodel found herself changing diapers and feeding two newborns while other women her age were embracing — and perhaps celebrating — being empty nesters. But for her, this new chapter was one she welcomed with open arms.

“I love the way my life has unfolded,” she said. Now, this legendary model has also embraced the role of a grandmother. “My grand, Elektra, always sticks out her pretty little pink tongue when she smiles,” she captioned an adorable snap of her and her granddaughter in 2020.

While the supermodel’s career in front of the camera may have slowed over the years, her personal life continued to flourish as her family grew, bringing her happiness and fulfillment beyond the runway.

As time passed, she chose to age naturally, rejecting the pressures of Hollywood to undergo cosmetic surgery. Instead, she embraced her wrinkles, maintaining her timeless beauty well into her seventies.

When asked if being known as an icon made her feel older, she confidently responded, “Nothing makes me feel older. Only I know all of the years of insecurity and the hard work that have gone into what I’ve done.”

Reflecting on her career, the model mentioned that her goal had always been to push herself as far as she could go. Though there were days she didn’t want to get out of bed for work, she was always grateful for the opportunities she had.

“I was being paid a lot of money to do something that I enjoyed doing,” she explained. As for advice on aging gracefully, the model emphasized, “You can’t just hope that it happens; you really have to make the effort.”

A balanced diet, regular exercise, and finding joy in life were the key elements that kept her feeling youthful. Even as her exercise routines shifted with age, she ensured that she stayed active and engaged in activities that brought her happiness.

“Do something that makes you happy. I love reading, and I gave that up for a while. Now I’m back to that. Find friends who make you laugh. I just want friends in my life who are positive influences — that’s where I’m at now. It’s a nice, healthy, happy state,” the cultural icon revealed.

Though she was described as the “first American supermodel,” the icon saw the title more as a recognition of the fact that she didn’t disappear after her modeling career peaked.

“Someone of course gave me that title. I think it’s a way of saying that I didn’t just drop out of sight after a very successful career in modeling; I went on to start other businesses,” the supermodel shared.

She worked on “Good Morning America” and started a clothing line for Sears. Unlike many of her contemporaries who transitioned into acting, she chose to focus on business ventures that reflected her passion.

However, as of 2017, she enjoyed a well-deserved break from the spotlight. “It’s the first time in my life when I haven’t had to set the alarm in the morning and get up and go to work. I’m kind of on sabbatical. I think about writing a book every once in a while, but sometimes I get sick of talking about myself,” the supermodel shared.

This timeless beauty is none other than Cheryl Tiegs. Continue reading to see the supermodel’s transformation over the years, from her early modeling days to her radiant presence at 77.

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In recent years, social media users once again sang her praises, remarking on how incredible she still looks, even in her seventies. “You look exactly the same! Still got it,” one person wrote. Another shared, “You have an amazing smile.” A third added, “Wow, lookin Great [sic].”

Cheryl Tiegs’ journey from a young cover model to a trailblazing icon is a testament to her enduring influence in the fashion world. As she embraces aging with grace and confidence, Tiegs continues to inspire generations with her natural beauty and positive outlook on life.

“No, this can’t be happening!” My husband’s anticipation for our wedding night turned to horror when I took off my wedding dress. I’d been keeping the secret of what lay beneath my dress all day, but it was finally time to expose a shocking revelation.

I had a perfect fairytale wedding. Greg stood at the end of the aisle, beaming like he’d just won the lottery. See, Greg thought this was the start of our perfect life together, but I knew the truth.

That perfect bubble we were living in was about to burst. But not yet, not until I was ready to pop it.

The reception went on like a dream — champagne glasses clinking, laughter echoing across the perfectly manicured lawns, and Greg’s parents playing the role of doting in-laws. After all, their perfect little boy deserved the perfect little day, didn’t he?

And me? I played my part. I smiled at the right moments and laughed when someone told us a joke. I even danced with Greg like everything was just fine.

Greg thought he knew me. He thought he had me all figured out, but he was wrong.

As the night wore on, Greg’s anticipation for our wedding night became almost unbearable. He couldn’t hide it, not that he was trying to.

His touches lingered too long, and his smile was too wide. I felt like a performer on stage, playing a part that had been written for me long before I even agreed to put on the dress. But I had my own script.

We finally said our goodbyes to the guests, thanking them for coming and accepting their compliments about how beautiful everything had been. Greg’s parents stayed downstairs in the guest rooms, giving us privacy, and Greg couldn’t wait to get me upstairs.

His hand tightened around mine as he led me to the master suite, the same one his parents had graciously let us use for our first night together as husband and wife. How poetic.

He was practically giddy as he closed the door behind us.

The atmosphere in the room shifted, the excitement in the air becoming almost tangible. I could see it in his eyes as he came toward me, his hands already reaching for the zipper of my wedding dress.

“I’ve been waiting all night for this,” he murmured against my neck, his breath hot and full of promise.

I smiled, a small, secret smile that he couldn’t see. “Me too.”

He carefully unzipped my dress. I stood perfectly still, my heart racing. He was so eager, so confident in what was coming next. He didn’t have a clue.

When the dress finally fell to the floor, I turned around slowly. I’ll never forget the look on his face when he saw what was underneath. He looked like a man standing on the edge of a cliff, teetering, trying to keep his balance.

“No…” His voice cracked, barely above a whisper. “No, no, no! This can’t be happening!”

The tattoo of Greg’s ex, Sarah, stretched across my torso, down to my waist. The words he’d said to her the night before our wedding were perfectly inscribed beneath her face: “One last taste of freedom before I’m bound to the same body forever.”

It was temporary, sure. But Greg didn’t know that. It was authentic enough to make his knees buckle beneath him.

“How did you know?” He sobbed, his gaze fixed on the tattoo.

“Sarah was only too eager to rub your betrayal in my face,” I spat.

“I didn’t mean it,” he sobbed, his voice thick with regret. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it!”

That’s when we heard the footsteps. Marianne and James burst through the door, their faces full of concern.

“What’s going on?” Marianne’s voice trembled as her eyes darted between her sobbing son and me. Then, her gaze fell on the tattoo. Her face went white.

“It’s simple,” I replied. “Greg cheated on me.”

Marianne’s gasp filled the room, sharp and full of disbelief. James, Greg’s father, stood frozen in the doorway. He was always the stoic one, the quiet type who let Marianne handle the dramatics. But this? This was something even he couldn’t swallow.

He wasn’t a man of many words, but the tension in his clenched fists, the way his jaw tightened — he didn’t need to say anything. It was all right there in his expression.

For a moment, silence stretched between us. The weight of the truth hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. Greg was still on the floor, hands gripping his hair as if that would somehow keep him from falling apart completely.

Marianne’s gaze flicked back to Greg, her lips quivering. “Greg? Is this true?”

She took a shaky step toward him, her voice fragile, like she was begging him to tell her that what she was seeing wasn’t real, that her son couldn’t have done something so unforgivable.

Greg didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His whole body was trembling, his shoulders shaking as sobs wracked his chest.

“Tell me!” Marianne’s voice cracked, breaking under the pressure of her disbelief. “Tell me it’s not true!”

James stepped forward. His face was like stone, but I could see the fury simmering beneath the surface. He towered over Greg, his hands balled into fists, his whole body radiating a barely contained rage.

“Gregory,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Is this true?”

Still, Greg couldn’t bring himself to respond. His sobs had quieted, but he remained a crumpled mess on the floor, unable to face the reality of what he had done. I decided to step in.

“He slept with her the night before our wedding,” I said, my voice cutting through the tension like a knife. “He told her he needed ‘one last taste of freedom before he was bound to the same body forever.'”

Marianne let out a strangled sob, collapsing onto the edge of the bed as her world came crashing down around her.

James’s face darkened. His nostrils flared as he glared down at his son. Disgust and disappointment warring in his expression.

“You’ve disgraced this family,” he spat, his voice tight with fury. “How dare you? How could you betray Lilith like this?”

Greg’s head snapped up, his eyes wild with panic. “I’m sorry,” he choked out, his voice barely audible. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I-I made a mistake.”

“A mistake?” I echoed, my voice rising with incredulity.

“You call sleeping with your ex the night before our wedding a mistake?” I stepped closer to him, the rage I’d been holding back finally bubbling to the surface. “No, you made a choice, Greg. A deliberate, calculated choice to betray me. And now you’re paying for it.”

Greg turned his tear-streaked face toward me, his eyes wide with desperation. “Please, Lilith… please, I love you. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I’ll do anything! Just please, don’t leave me.”

I laughed then, a cold, hollow sound that echoed through the room.

“Love me? You love me?” I shook my head in disbelief. “Greg, you don’t know the first thing about love. If you did, you wouldn’t have done what you did. You wouldn’t have betrayed me like that.”

He reached for me, his hands trembling, his eyes pleading. “Please… I’m begging you.”

I stepped back, letting him fall short, my eyes hard and unfeeling. “I’m done, Greg. This is over. You destroyed us the moment you decided to crawl back to Sarah.”

His father, James, stepped forward then, his voice a low growl.

Greg hesitated for a moment, then slowly pushed himself to his feet, his knees still wobbling beneath him. He looked so pathetic, standing there in his wrinkled wedding suit, his face streaked with tears, his whole world crumbling around him.

I turned to Marianne and James, who were still trying to process the fallout. Marianne’s face was red and swollen from crying, while James’s expression was a storm of disappointment and fury.

“I’m leaving,” I announced, my voice steady and calm, the decision final. “You can deal with him now.”

“Lilith, please,” Greg begged one last time, his voice breaking. “Please don’t go.”

But I was already done. I turned away from him, from the mess of our ruined wedding night, and reached for my robe. I slipped it over my shoulders, covering the tattoo, and made my way toward the door.

“Lilith,” Greg called after me, his voice full of desperation. “I’ll change! I’ll make it right!”

But I didn’t even bother to respond. There was nothing left to say.

As I stepped out of the room, I heard James’s voice, low and furious, booming through the silence. “This is what you’ve done, Greg. You’ve ruined everything.”

And then, Greg’s pitiful sobs. His cries echoed through the house, but they didn’t touch me. I walked down the stairs, feeling lighter with every step. I was free. Free from him, free from the lies, free from the betrayal.

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Iconic star Claudia Cardinale has gracefully embraced the aging process, firmly believing that one cannot “stop time.” Take a look at the veteran actress’s admirable transformation over the years.

Italian actress Claudia Cardinale was a prominent figure during Hollywood’s golden age. She has graced over 100 films throughout her illustrious career, with her most prolific period spanning from 1960 to 1970.

During this decade alone, she starred in approximately 30 films, including iconic titles such as “8½” (1963), “The Leopard” (1963), and “The Professionals” (1966), where she shared the screen with Burt Lancaster and Lee Marvin.

Her remarkable performances also include the cult classic “Once Upon a Time in the West” (1968), directed by the legendary Sergio Leone. When asked in an interview about her memories of working with Leone, Cardinale recalled that his method of work was unique.

She mentioned that he would have the music composed before shooting began and would have the actors listen to the score before filming a scene. When speaking on her acting career in the US, the Tunisian native explained, “My main advantage was that I didn’t ask to go to Hollywood, they called me.”

In that era, whenever a new star emerged, Hollywood studios were quick to claim them, striving to monopolize all the rising talent. They often bound actors with restrictive contracts, which could end up stifling their careers.

However, Cardinale managed to protect her own path. She resisted signing an exclusive contract with Universal, opting instead to agree to one contract at a time, which allowed her to navigate the industry on her own terms and sustain her career.

During her three-year tenure in Hollywood, Cardinale not only made her mark in “The Pink Panther” and “The Professionals,” but also shared the screen with prominent stars such as Rock Hudson in “Blindfold” and joined John Wayne and Rita Hayworth in “Circus World.”

She also had the opportunity to mingle with many Hollywood legends, including Barbra Streisand, Steve McQueen, and Warren Beatty.

Cardinale first attended Cannes in 1961, presenting two films: Valerio Zurlini’s “Girl With a Suitcase,” where she portrayed an independent-minded singer, and Mauro Bolognini’s “The Lovemakers,” in which she starred opposite Jean-Paul Belmondo.

She returned to the Croisette in 1963 with two landmark films, Luchino Visconti’s “The Leopard” and Federico Fellini’s “8½.” The legendary star explained in an interview that she filmed the two movies simultaneously.

Cardinale revealed that she had very long hair during that time, but Visconti wanted her to have dark hair, while Fellini preferred a blonde look. As a result, she had to change her hair color every two weeks to satisfy their different visions.

Cardinale later embarked on a three-year period during which she made several Hollywood films, including two with Rock Hudson: “Blindfold” and “Lost Command.”

Of this experience, she revealed, “At that time Universal wanted me to sign an exclusive contract. But I said: ‘No, I’m European. I’m going back.’ But they really insisted!”

Unlike many other actresses, Cardinale has never appeared in a nude scene. Outside of her film work, she dedicates her energy to women’s causes and shows little interest in cosmetic surgery.

She once revealed in an interview, “I’ve never done – what you say? – lifting in the face. Things like this. My mother used to say, ‘Wait until you are older, you will always be smiling.’ It’s true. So why would you hide it?”

The movie star, whose film “And Now…Ladies and Gentlemen” was screened out of competition at the Cannes Film Festival once, is still very much active in the entertainment industry.

Her last film project was in the Tunisian-Italian movie, “The Island of Forgiveness.” Of her continued presence on the screens when she was 77, Cardinale, expressed, “The most important thing is to stay active. I don’t like all these facelifts and plastic surgery, because you can’t stop time.”

The “All Roads Lead to Rome” star once won the “Most Beautiful Italian Girl in Tunisia” in 1957. Now 86, take a look at the iconic actress’s transformation over the years showing her striking beauty.

Cardinale in the 1950s

Cardinale in the 1960s

Cardinale in the 1970s

Cardinale in the 1980s

Cardinale in the 1990s

Cardinale in the 2000s

Cardinale in the 2010s

Cardinale in the 2020s

Cardinale’s journey through the decades shows her enduring talent, grace, and resilience. As one of the most iconic stars of Hollywood’s golden age, she has not only left an indelible mark on the film industry but also served as an inspiration for embracing authenticity and natural beauty.