At the height of her career in 1973, Cher attended the Academy Awards ceremony alongside her then-husband Sonny Bono.
Photographers eagerly snapped away, thinking they’d captured the perfect moment. But little did they know, the real story was unfolding before their eyes..
Cher dazzled and captivated all the cameras at the 1973 Academy Awards, stealing the spotlight with her bold dress. Sporting something that wouldn’t be out of place on their own television show, Cher wore the first of many memorable Cher Oscar outfits.
The night Hollywood erupted
But before we dive into her unforgettable appearance, we need to start with another moment from that night — one that made Hollywood boil over with emotion.
To be honest, the 45th Academy Awards in 1973 is mostly remembered as one of the most controversial moments in Oscar history, due to the courageous act of a young woman named Sacheen Littlefeather.
She wasn’t a famous actress or a household name, but she forever changed the conversation in Hollywood when she walked onto the stage that night.
Clad in a traditional buckskin dress and moccasins, her long dark hair adorned with Native-style beadwork, Littlefeather stepped into the spotlight not to accept an award but to refuse one.
She was there on behalf of Marlon Brando, who had won the Best Actor award for his role in The Godfather – but chose to decline it as a protest against Hollywood’s treatment of Native Americans.
”I was distressed”
The audience in the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion was caught off guard, torn between applause and boos as Littlefeather explained Brando’s decision.
Some even booed her.
Littlefeather was supposed to read a 739-word statement, but the Oscars producer threatened to have her physically removed and arrested if she went over 60 seconds.
Under this pressure, she delivered a shortened version of the speech, and as she left the stage, some audience members mocked her with tomahawk chop gestures.
”I was distressed that people should have booed and whistled and stomped, even though perhaps it was directed at myself,” Brando later told Dick Cavett.
But the fury didn’t stop there.
Reportedly, Hollywood’s biggest stars were visibly divided. John Wayne is said to have been waiting backstage, restrained by six security guards to keep him from confronting Littlefeather. Though this account has been debated, the intense reactions from other presenters were undeniable.
Clint Eastwood’s accused of racism
Later that evening, just before announcing the Best Actress winner, Raquel Welch quipped, ”I hope the winner doesn’t have a cause.”
When Clint Eastwood took the stage to present the Best Picture award, he joked about doing it ”on behalf of all the cowboys shot in John Ford Westerns over the years.” The veteran actor has since faced accusations of racism for that comment.
Meanwhile, Michael Caine, who co-hosted the event, criticized Brando for ”letting some poor little Indian girl take the boos” instead of ”standing up and doing it himself.”
It’s easy to look back on that night as a sign of how far we still had to go.
For many, Littlefeather’s bravery wasn’t fully understood until decades later. On YouTube, comments beneath clips of her speech are filled with praise.
One user wrote, “People said that Will Smith slapping Chris Rock is the most disgusting moment in Oscar history, but they never saw a Native American woman defending her people’s rights getting booed by actors and actresses. That was the most disgusting moment in Oscar history.”
An ethnic fraud?
Yet, the story of Sacheen Littlefeather, born Maria Louise Cruz in 1946, doesn’t end with her iconic moment at the Oscars.
Shortly after her passing in 2022 from breast cancer, a new chapter unfolded that would challenge the narrative she had crafted over the years.
Her sisters stepped forward, asserting that Littlefeather had fabricated her Native American ancestry. Rosalind Cruz, her sister, revealed that Littlefeather believed it would be more “prestigious” to identify as Native American rather than embrace their Hispanic roots. According to the sisters, their father was of Spanish-Mexican descent, not Apache and Yaqui as Littlefeather had claimed.
Rosalind Cruz also dismissed her sister’s claim that she received the name Littlefeather from her dad after dancing before him while holding a single feather aloft.
“That she danced in front of my father and always wore a feather in her hair, in her head? And that’s when my father called her ‘Littlefeather?’ That’s another fantasy,” Cruz told San Fransisco Chronicle.
New research
As the 50th anniversary of her groundbreaking Oscar moment approached, her sisters reiterated their stance, insisting that Littlefeather was a fraud.
However, just as this narrative began to solidify, new research emerged on March 6, 2024, suggesting that Littlefeather may indeed have had Indigenous Mexican roots.
While we may not have the final word on this debate, this new perspective undeniably casts a different light on that historic Oscar moment and the ongoing fight for representation in Hollywood.
The iconic Cher outfit
Alright, folks, let’s move on to Cher!
Younger generations may not fully grasp the incredible phenomenon that Sonny & Cher were during their heyday. They were massive — absolutely massive!
And Cher, of course, has continued to dazzle and entertain countless new audiences over the years.
But in 1973, Cher was just 27 years old when she attended the Academy Awards alongside her then-husband, Sonny Bono. The couple was there to present the award for Best Original Song, because who better to hand out musical accolades than a duo who knows a thing or two about hitting all the right notes.
That night, amidst many stunning celebrities, Cher radiated with an unparalleled brilliance. Dressed in a daring outfit and rocking hoop earrings, Cher instantly became a fashion icon, proving that sometimes all you need is a bold look and a bit of attitude to make history. Her striking ensemble was designed by Bob Mackie, Hollywood’s premier designer at the time.
He had been dressing Cher since 1967, when she made a guest appearance on The Carol Burnett Show. “We hit it off right off the bat,” Mackie recalled to Variety, and the rest, as they say, is history.
Gold chiffon pajama
Cher always turned to Mackie for special occasions, and the 1973 Oscars were no exception. Back then, Cher was a size 6 with a beautifully trim midriff.
“She likes to emphasize that,” Mackie told Daily News the day after the event.
He crafted a stunning gold chiffon pajama set for her, featuring a bare midriff and flowing Oriental sleeves.
Cher’s long hair cascaded loosely, accentuating the intricate gold Byzantine embroidery, her exposed midriff, and the elegant sleeves that grazed the floor.
At that time, Cher and Sonny had reached the pinnacle of the entertainment industry. Their records sold in the millions, and they were one of the most sought-after acts for concerts and nightclub engagements.
Their comedy hour on CBS was immensely popular, it used to air every Wednesday at 8 PM — truly a “royal jewel” in the CBS crown.
But did all that fame and success really shine through when they strutted down the red carpet that spring evening in 1973? It’s tough to say! What we do know today definitely puts a new spin on that unforgettable night.
Cracks in the facade
Just days before the 1973 Oscars, several newspapers published articles highlighting the declining ratings for The Sonny and Cher Comedy Hour.
Competing against popular shows like Sanford and Son on NBC and The Brady Bunch, their program struggled to achieve the heights it once enjoyed in previous seasons.
While these type of bad ratings would typically lead to immediate cancellations for many shows, CBS executives had a special affection for Sonny and Cher’s program.
They were allowed to continue, largely because the couple was seen as easy to work with. But was it really smooth sailing between Cher and Sonny?
The answer is no.
Walked off stage
The couple’s marriage added a layer of natural friction to their show, but by 1973, that tension was becoming increasingly problematic. Sonny, twelve years Cher’s senior, had faced many challenges before reaching stardom. While Cher could effortlessly shine on stage and in front of the camera, Sonny often played the role of the domineering boss behind the scenes.
One notable incident occurred when Cher famously walked off stage during a performance in Las Vegas, exclaiming, “Who needs you?”
Despite the turmoil, they managed to maintain their relationship. According to The Washington Post, Sonny even gifted Cher a new car to keep the peace, and life at their Beverly Hills mansion continued as usual.
However, that moment in Vegas hinted at a deeper issue. Cher had become the undeniable star of the duo, capable of launching a successful solo career if she chose to. In hindsight, it’s haunting to look at the pictures from that fateful Oscars night, knowing what lay beneath their glamorous facade.
In fact, Cher and Sonny had been grappling with marital problems since late 1972, but they put on a brave face for the cameras, maintaining appearances until 1974.
Cher later described her husband as a “watered-down Svengali,” who tightly controlled their careers and lives with an iron fist. While they were dazzling audiences and making headlines, their personal lives were anything but picture-perfect.
Looking at the iconic images of Cher and Sonny at the Oscars in 1973, it’s a stark reminder for us that sometimes, the most dazzling moments are merely a cover for the cracks beneath the surface.
A huge womanizer
After their much-publicized divorce, it was revealed that Sonny Bono had been notoriously unfaithful — but Cher? Well, she was blissfully unaware.
Just look at the picture below of Cher, shimmering in a dazzling outfit with a smile that could light up the Hollywood sign.
It’s hard to imagine that behind the scenes, Sonny was more interested in creating a harem than harmonizing in a heartfelt duet.
Cher once said, “Stardom made Sonny a huge womanizer. One woman, or even five, was not enough for him. I found all this out afterward. I asked him, ‘How did you manage the logistics?’”
”I was trusting and faithful with him. The truth is, I’m not so sure we should’ve ever been husband and wife.”
Today, Cher, 78, continues to enchant audiences with her talent and charisma.She remains a powerful force in the entertainment industry.
As for Sonny, he left this world in 1998 after a tragic skiing acciden
Looking at that iconic snapshot from 1973, it’s easy to be mesmerized by Cher and Sonny, radiating confidence and glamour as they stood on top of the world.
But the truth?
Their relationship was quietly unraveling, and we had no idea. It’s fascinating, in hindsight, to see how their dazzling smiles masked the turmoil beneath.
Cher’s brilliant smile reminds us that even in the brightest moments, life can be complex and unpredictable. It’s a beautiful testament to her strength and the resilience that has defined her journey
Evil Stepmothers Who Met Their Match: Stories of Karma Catching Up in the Most Unexpected Ways
Five gripping tales reveal what happens when karma takes center stage. From a sabotaged prom to a wedding day showdown, stolen dreams, and shocking secrets, these stepmothers’ schemes backfire in ways no one saw coming. Justice has never been so unexpected — or so satisfying.
Stepmothers who have long reveled in their schemes and manipulations finally meet their match in this compilation! With a mix of drama, humor, and poetic irony, these stories deliver a satisfying dose of comeuppance, proving no one is immune to the clever hand of karma.
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My Stepmom Secretly Canceled My Prom Hair Appointment to Ruin My Day – But Her Jaw Dropped When a Limousine Showed Up for Me
Seven years ago, my mom passed away from pneumonia. Before I knew it, my dad was seeing Carla, and a year later, he married her.
“Your father doesn’t waste any time, does he?” my aunt sniffed on their wedding day.
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Living with my new step-brother, Mason, and Carla was fine at first, but Carla’s passive-aggressive jabs soon started piling up. I remember once I caught her staring at me.
“You look too much like your mother, Emily,” she said. “No wonder your father gives Mason more attention.”
I sighed and ignored her, trying not to let her words get to me.
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My dad, of course, didn’t notice a thing. And she loved being able to taunt me without any repercussions.
Fast forward to prom season. I’d saved my babysitting money for months to buy a gorgeous violet dress. It reminded me of Mom because violet was her favorite color.
Prom was going to be my night. I just knew it. I’d even booked a hair appointment at a fancy salon. Everything was set. But then the big day came, and Carla ruined it.
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When I got to the salon, the receptionist told me my appointment was canceled.
“I didn’t cancel!” I exclaimed. “Why would I? Prom is this evening!”
“Calm down, honey,” the receptionist said. She went to get the hairdresser, who looked very uncomfortable when they returned.
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“I got a call earlier today to cancel your appointment, Emily,” she told me. “I assumed it was your Mom?”
My heart dropped. I was still processing everything when I looked over and saw her.
Carla! Sitting there, getting her hair done. Of course. Carla had canceled my appointment.
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I ran out of the salon, my head spinning. My perfect prom was falling apart around me.
When I got home, I locked myself in my room. Tears poured down my face as I tried to style my hair, but nothing looked good.
I stared at my dress, feeling like an idiot for telling Carla my plans in passing.
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I wasn’t even sure I wanted to go to prom anymore. What was the point? I was already upset and didn’t feel like anything good could come from this.
Suddenly, I heard honking outside. I dragged myself to the window, expecting to see a commotion on the road. But when I looked out, my jaw dropped.
A glossy black limousine was parked in front of our house.
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There was no way that the car was for me. My friends’ parents had said no when we first discussed hiring a limo. Nevertheless, I ran downstairs.
When I reached the doorway, the driver stepped out and approached our front door. My dad, who had been as clueless as ever during all this, stood on our porch looking confused.
“I’m here for Miss Emily, sir,” the driver said, holding out a small card.
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Miss Emily? Me? I hesitantly took the card and opened it. Inside, written in neat handwriting, were the words:
To my beautiful sister, Emily. I know you’ve had a rough time lately, but you deserve the best night ever! Enjoy the limo, and don’t worry about a thing. I’ve been saving all my birthday and Christmas money.
Have a magical night, sis.
Love, Mason.
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Mason? My 11-year-old stepbrother did this?
I burst into tears again, but this time from pure shock and gratitude. I ran upstairs to find Mason in his room, grinning like he’d just pulled off the ultimate prank.
“I heard Mom on the phone this morning,” he said, shrugging like this wasn’t a big deal. “Canceling your appointment wasn’t fair at all.”
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“But did you really use your money?” I asked him, feeling horrible.
“Not really,” he grinned. “See, Mom has been saving to buy some fancy necklace. After she left this morning, I took some money from her stash and went to Mr. Johnson next door. He owns the limo company, remember?”
But Mason didn’t stop there.
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“There’s more, Em,” he said. “Mrs. Evans, from across the road? Her daughter is a stylist at the mall. She’s coming here to do your hair and makeup soon.”
Just as the words left his mouth, the doorbell rang.
“That should be her!” Mason said. “Go wash your face. I’ll send her up.”
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Twenty minutes later, I looked like a princess. I just wished my mom was around to fuss over me. I wanted a hug from her more than anything.
When Carla drove into our driveway, I was already outside, stepping into the limo like a movie star.
Her jaw dropped.
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“Richard? Did you do this?” I heard her shriek to my father before the driver closed the door.
Prom was everything I had hoped for. When I arrived at the hall in the limo, heads turned. I was glowing, and I knew it. For the first time in a long time, I felt like my mom was right there with me.
The whole night was pure magic.
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As for Carla, I hope she learned a lesson. You can’t mess with someone’s joy and get away with it… especially if your son is going to save the day!
My Stepmom Stole $5,000 from My College Fund to Get Veneers for Herself — Karma Hit Her Hard
I’m Kristen, your average 17-year-old. My mom passed away when I was young, but she left behind a college fund. It wasn’t huge, but it was a start to secure my future.
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My dad, Bob, and I had been adding to it, mostly from my part-time gigs tutoring kids and babysitting.
Everything was on track until my stepmother Tracy stole $5000 from me.
If vanity were an Olympic sport, Tracy would make Narcissus look like an amateur. She spends hours in front of the mirror but never has time for anything that really matters, like, oh I don’t know, being a decent human.
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One day, I came home to find Tracy grinning like a Cheshire cat, except her teeth looked more like construction cones dipped in mustard.
“Kristen, darling!” she chirped. “Guess what? I’m getting veneers! I borrowed a little from your college fund to make it happen. Just $5,000!”
I felt like I’d just been sucker-punched. “You did WHAT? You STOLE my college fund?”
Tracy rolled her eyes dramatically. “Stole? I’m family. It’s not a big deal, honey!”
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“You had NO RIGHT! That money’s for my future. My mom set it up for me.”
“Oh, save the theatrics! It’s just money. And your father agreed to it,” Tracy winked.
Now, that was a lie. Dad wouldn’t agree to this in a million years. I stormed out and immediately called Dad, who was just as shocked as I was.
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“I’ll talk to her,” he promised. In Dad’s terms, that meant “I’ll mention it once and hope it magically resolves itself.”
A few weeks later, Tracy got her veneers. She strutted around the house, flashing her new teeth at every opportunity. It was like living with a deranged lighthouse.
But the best was yet to come.
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A month after her “transformation,” Tracy threw a BBQ to show off her new chompers to the entire neighborhood.
“Ladies, gather ’round!” Tracy announced, clinking her wine glass with a spoon. “I simply must tell you about my transformation! It’s all thanks to the marvelous Dr. Kapoor,” Tracy gushed. “He’s not just a dentist, he’s an artist!”
I rolled my eyes so hard I could practically see my brain.
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Just then, Tracy set her wine glass down and reached for a piece of corn on the cob. “You know, ladies, life is all about taking chances and—”
C-R-A-C-K! The sound echoed across the backyard like a gunshot. Tracy’s eyes went wide, her hand flying to her mouth.
There, nestled in the butter of her corn on the cob, was one of her precious veneers. The gap in her smile was so big, it could swallow a whole lollipop!
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“I… I…” Tracy stammered, suddenly sounding like she was auditioning for the role of Sylvester the Cat. “Ekthcuthe me!”
She bolted into the house, leaving behind a yard full of bewildered guests and one very satisfied stepdaughter trying desperately not to burst into maniacal laughter.
When she called Dr. Kapoor a few days later, I overheard a conversation that was music to my ears.
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Turns out, Tracy had opted for the bargain basement veneers and would have to pay a hefty chunk to redo the whole veneer! Karma had just given Tracy a spanking.
Dad, finally growing a backbone, confronted Tracy that evening.
“We need to talk about Kristen’s college fund,” he said, his voice firm (for the first time in a very looooong time! Way to go, Daddy!)
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“You’re going to pay back every cent you took from Kristen’s fund,” he said. “And if you can’t… well, I think we need to reevaluate this situation.”
In the following weeks, the neighborhood buzzed with gossip about Tracy’s “dental disaster.” She couldn’t show her face without someone asking about her “million-dollar thmile.”
As for me? Dad made good on his promise. He ensured Tracy repaid every cent, and he’s been working overtime to add extra cash to my college fund.
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My Stepmom Came to My Wedding in a White Dress, Saying She ‘Deserves Attention Too’ – So My Husband Taught Her a Real Lesson
Linda, my stepmother, came into my life after Mom passed away when I was ten. She loved being the center of attention.
With my wedding day approaching, I knew Linda would find a way to make the day about her. She always did.
I was trying hard not to worry about it the day I met up with Sarah, my best friend and maid of honor, at the wedding planner’s office.
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We entered the wedding planner, Grace’s office, and she immediately dropped a bombshell.
“Your stepmother requested to be seated in the front row and insisted on giving a speech during the reception, Alexandra,” she said, glancing up from her notes.
I was stunned. I’d chosen to honor my late mother by reserving a seat for her in the front row. Linda knew this. How could she?
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I sighed, feeling the familiar frustration rise. “She always has to make everything about herself. I bet she’s got some grand performance in mind!”
Sarah leaned in closer. “We need to be prepared for whatever she’s planning.”
Grace looked at me with a concerned expression. “How would you like to handle this, Alexandra?”
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At my request, Grace agreed to explain to Linda once more that I’d reserved the front-row seat to honor my late mom. She would also dissuade Linda from giving a speech.
As we left Grace’s office, Sarah squeezed my arm.
“Don’t worry, Alex. We’ve got this. Linda won’t ruin your day.”
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Once I got home, I shared my concerns with Tom.
“Linda turns everything into a spectacle,” I moaned. “I’m afraid Linda will make our wedding about her.”
Tom smiled reassuringly. “I’ve got a plan. Let her have her moment. It’ll all work out.”
“What kind of plan?” I asked, curious.
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He kissed my forehead. “Just trust me. It’s a surprise. But I promise, it’ll keep the focus where it should be — on us and your mom’s memory.”
I sighed, feeling a bit better. “I hope so. I just want everything to go smoothly. Linda can be so unpredictable.”
Tom squeezed my hand. “I know. But we’ve got this.”
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Soon, the wedding day arrived.
While I was still in my bathrobe getting ready, Sarah burst into the room, her face pale.
“You won’t believe this,” she said, pulling me to the window.
I looked out and saw Linda emerging in a full-length white wedding dress.
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“What the…” Okay, this was something I didn’t see coming.
“Linda, what are you doing? You can’t wear white to my wedding!” I stormed over to her, unable to hide my fury.
She smirked, not showing even one ounce of regret. “You’re young, Alexandra. You have your whole life ahead of you. This might be my last chance to feel like a bride again. I deserve this attention.”
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I felt my anger rising, but Tom pulled me aside.
“Trust me, we’ll sort this out later,” he whispered with a mischievous smile.
“But Tom, how could she?”
“Trust me, okay?” he said, and I relented.
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The ceremony proceeded, with Linda sitting in the front row, basking in her stolen spotlight. She’d clearly railroaded Grace to get what she wanted.
When it was time for the speeches, Linda stood up. But before she could speak, Tom took the microphone.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to share a special video tribute to Alexandra’s late mother.”
The lights dimmed, and a beautiful montage of my mom played on the screen.
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As the tribute ended, Tom looked at me with a knowing smile. “This day is about honoring your mother and our love, Alex. No one can take that away.”
Then he looked at Linda. “Linda, could you join us up here?” he asked.
As she made her way to the stage, Tom continued, “Linda has always been a star in her own right, so we’ve decided to let her shine even more.”
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Another slideshow began to play. The first few pictures showed Linda in her white dress from various angles at the wedding. But then, Tom’s twist came.
The next photo showed Linda sneaking into my bridal suite earlier that morning. She was caught on camera trying on my wedding veil and twirling around with a bouquet she’d taken from the floral arrangements.
The room gasped, and Linda’s face turned red.
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“Wait, Linda, we’re not finished,” Tom said, motioning to the DJ.
Suddenly, the speakers played a recording of Linda on the phone with her friend, boasting about her plan to outshine me.
“This little princess needs to learn her place. I’ve waited long enough to have my moment,” her voice echoed through the hall.
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The crowd was stunned, and a few people even booed. Tom wrapped his arms around me and whispered, “I told you I had it covered.”
Linda, red-faced and cornered, slipped out of the hall as quietly as she could. Tom and I shared a smile, knowing we taught her a lesson.
She was in the spotlight as she was wanted, but for all the wrong reasons.
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I Found a Lace Robe Hidden in My Husband’s Closet – Then I Saw My Stepmother Wearing It
When my dad passed away last year, my husband, Jason, our six-year-old daughter, Emma, and I moved in to help my stepmother, Lorraine.
Living with her was like walking on a tightrope. Everything about Lorraine was sharp — her stilettos, her words, even the way she eyed Jason when she thought I wasn’t looking.
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But family is family, and I tried to make it work.
Until I found the robe.
I was folding Jason’s laundry. As I opened his closet to hang up a shirt, I noticed a small glossy gift bag shoved into the corner, partly hidden beneath his jackets.
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I pulled it out, my pulse quickening when I saw what was inside: a lace robe, sheer and intimate.
My first thought was that Jason had bought it for me. If only that had been the truth.
A few days later, Lorraine called me into her room.
“Oh, Calla, sweetheart,” she cooed. “You won’t believe what my new boyfriend got me!”
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New boyfriend? Lorraine hadn’t mentioned anyone else before.
When I walked in, my stomach dropped.
There she was, draped in the robe I’d found in Jason’s closet. She twirled, the lace floating around her like some cruel joke.
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Was Jason…? No. He wouldn’t. Lorraine?
My knees felt weak. I stumbled out of her room, her laughter echoing behind me.
That night, I cornered Jason after I finished reading with Emma.
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“Did you give Lorraine a robe? The lace one I found in your closet?”
Jason’s face twisted in disbelief. “What are you talking about?”
“She showed me a robe earlier,” I said tearfully. “The same one I found in your closet.”
Jason’s jaw dropped. “You think I’d buy her something like that? Are you serious right now? I don’t know where she got this robe, but it wasn’t from me.”
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Over the next few days, I couldn’t shake the unease. Lorraine’s smug looks and Jason’s denial all felt like pieces of a puzzle I couldn’t solve.
Then, one afternoon, I heard Lorraine on the phone.
“Yes, Kerry, of course, I planted it,” she whispered. “That idiot husband of hers didn’t even notice. It’s only a matter of time before they’re at each other’s throats. Once they leave, this house will finally be mine.”
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That night, I told Jason everything I’d overheard.
“She’s trying to ruin our marriage,” he said, his voice tight. “And to think that we uprooted Emma for this? This ends now.”
Over breakfast the next morning, I casually mentioned to Lorraine that Jason and I were considering moving out. And that evening, Jason and I invited a lawyer friend over for dinner, someone Lorraine didn’t recognize.
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We told her he was a “realtor” helping us look for new homes, but honestly, we just wanted to figure out where we stood. I wasn’t sure that I wanted the house, but Jason had persuaded me to fight.
“Come on, honey,” he said. “Your dad built this with his hands. This home has been around since you were a child. You want Lorraine to have it, really?”
A week later, we called a “family meeting” in the living room. Lorraine sauntered in, confident and smug as if she’d already won. Jason handed her a stack of papers.
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“What’s this?” she asked.
“It’s the house deed,” Jason said calmly. “It turns out that Calla and I are the primary beneficiaries. You don’t own this house, Lorraine. We do.”
“That’s not possible. Your father would never leave me with nothing…”
“He left you with a lot of money. But this is my childhood home. Of course, he’d want me to have it.”
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Within a week, Lorraine was gone.
And that robe?
Lorraine had conveniently left it behind. I donated it to charity with the rest of the things she’d abandoned. Let someone else enjoy it because I sure as hell wasn’t keeping it.
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I Overslept on the Morning of My Crucial College Entrance Exams Because Someone Turned off My Alarm
Ever since I was little, I dreamed of becoming a doctor. When my mom died of cancer, that dream only grew stronger. I worked toward my dream for years. Today was finally the day of my medical entrance exam.
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Last night, I did everything to make sure I wouldn’t oversleep. I set three alarms on my phone. But when I woke up and reached for my phone, my heart stopped.
It was 9:55 a.m. My exam was starting at 10:00.
“No, no, no! This can’t be happening!” I threw my blankets off and grabbed my phone. All three alarms were turned off.
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I bolted down the stairs, half-dressed.
“Linda!” I called out, desperately looking for my stepmom. “Linda, please! I need a ride! My exam is in five minutes!”
She was in the kitchen, sipping her coffee calmly. “You’re late already. You should’ve set an alarm.”
“I did!” I shouted, feeling the sting of frustration and panic in my voice. “Three of them! But somehow, they got turned off.”
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She shrugged, a slight smirk on her lips. “Maybe this is a sign that you’re not cut out for med school, hmm?”
I stood there, feeling my face grow hot, my mind swirling with disbelief and desperation. I headed for the door, knowing I’d never make it on foot, but desperate enough to try.
“I know who did it,” my little brother Jason said then.
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He looked at Linda cautiously. “I saw her. Last night. She turned off your alarms, Emily.”
Linda shot him a sharp look. “Jason, stop making up stories,” she hissed.
Jason gulped but didn’t back down. “I’m not lying! I saw you go into her room, and turn off the alarms. You said she didn’t need to be at that stupid exam, anyway.”
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“Fine. Yes, I did it,” Linda sighed. “You’re not fit to be a doctor. It’s a waste of time, energy, and, frankly, a lot of money that your dad could spend on something worthwhile.”
Just as I was about to push past her and leave, I heard sirens in the distance, heading toward our house.
Jason gave me a small, hopeful smile. “Don’t worry, Em. I called for help.”
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“You are the bad guy, Linda,” he said, his eyes fierce despite his small frame. “Emily is going to be a doctor one day. Mom would be proud of her.”
Linda’s face twisted, and before she could say anything, the front door opened, and two police officers stepped inside.
Jason didn’t miss a beat. “I called you,” he said. “My sister needs to get to her entrance exam. Linda turned off her alarms so she’d miss it.”
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The officers exchanged a glance, then turned to me. “Is that true?” the male officer asked.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I have to get to the school right now, or I’ll lose my chance to take the exam.”
“Alright, young lady,” the female officer said. “We’ll get you there.”
Linda’s face contorted with disbelief. “Wait, you’re actually going to escort her?”
“It’s our job to help people,” the officer replied.
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The officers helped me into their squad car, and we sped down the road with the sirens blaring. We pulled up at the exam center after the doors had been closed.
One of the proctors noticed us and approached, looking confused. “Ma’am, the exam has begun,” he said, glancing at the officers.
The policewoman explained quickly. “This young lady had her alarms sabotaged at home, but she’s here now. If there’s any way she can sit for the exam…”
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The proctor’s stern face softened as he listened. He looked me in the eyes, then gave a brief nod. “Alright. Go on in.”
“Thank you,” I managed, barely believing I’d made it.
I found my seat, still rattled but refusing to let the morning’s events get the better of me. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes for a second, and thought of my mom. This was my moment, and I wasn’t going to let anyone take it from me. I picked up my pencil and began the test.
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Hours later, I exited the exam room, exhausted but relieved. I headed home, where my dad was waiting. Jason and I told him everything.
“Is this true?” he demanded, glaring at Linda.
Linda’s eyes darted between us. “I… I was just trying to keep her from making a mistake.”
“You sabotaged her dreams because of your selfishness,” my dad said coldly. “You’re not staying here another night.”
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Linda’s face turned pale as she realized he was serious. She tried to protest, but he shook his head firmly.
“Pack your things, Linda. This family deserves better than this.”
Jason and I stood by the door, watching as she finally left. There was no satisfaction in it, just a sense of justice and relief.
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