Bill Hayes, a pivotal figure of day-time television passed away at the age of 98.
Hayes was probably best known for his portrayal of Doug Williams on Days of Our Lives since 1970, appearing in over 2,100 episodes of the show. The role of the former con artist-turned-lounge singer became one of the longest-running characters in the show’s history.
Hayes was born in Harvey, Illinois, in 1925. Before becoming an actor, he started a career of a musician and a performer, reaching a Billboard chart-topping hit with The Ballad of Davy Crockett in 1955.
In 1953, Hayes had his Broadway debut in Me and Juliet and over the course of a decade he appeared in a number of productions.
By 1970, Hayes, a divorced father of five, was hoping to land a role closer to home when he joined the cast of Days of Our Lives, a decision that would define his career and endear him to millions of viewers.
It was on set that he met the great love of his life, actress Susan Seaforth, who played Julie Williams. Their on-screen chemistry translated into real life and the two tied the knot in 1974. They stayed together until Hayes’ passing.
Speaking of the instant connection they felt when they laid eyes on each other, Seaforth once said, “I’d seen enough to know that he was special.” Others could also see their unexplained connection. “We had a scene together shortly after meeting, and the head writer saw something going on between the two of us, just two people looking at each other, and he threw out the other plot lines he had for our characters,” she added.
Hayes and Seaforth Hayes were both honored with Lifetime Achievement Awards at the 2018 Daytime Emmys for their enduring contributions to television. The couple’s acceptance speech was heartfelt, with Bill expressing gratitude for the fans who considered them part of their own lives.
Honoring Hayes, a representative for the Peacock series told The Times in a statement, “It is with a heavy heart that we share the passing of our beloved Bill Hayes. One of the longest running characters on ‘Days of our Lives,’ Bill originated the role of Doug Williams in 1970 and portrayed him continuously throughout his life. He and his wife, Susan Seaforth Hayes, remained the foundation of the Williams-Horton family spanning more than 50 years.”
“I have known Bill for most of my life and he embodied the heart and soul of ‘Days of Our Lives,’” executive producer Ken Corday said in a statement. “Although we are grieving and will miss him, Bill’s indelible legacy will live on in our hearts and the stories we tell, both on and off the screen.”
In addition to his iconic role on Days of Our Lives, Bill Hayes had other notable television appearances, including roles in Matlock and Frasier. During the 1950s and 60s, he featured in TV adaptations of popular musicals such as Kiss Me, Kate and Once Upon a Mattress. He also portrayed John Brooks in the 1958 TV movie Little Women.
The cause of Hayes’ death hasn’t been disclosed with the public.
Rest in peace, legend.
I Saw the Message ‘I’m Pregnant’ on My Husband’s Phone and Secretly Came to Dinner With a Stranger
When Caroline read the words “I’M PREGNANT” on her husband Daniel’s phone, she laughed it off as a mistake. But when another message followed, this time inviting him to dinner, she knew she had to uncover the truth. What she discovered that night was a secret Daniel had hoped to keep buried.
What would you do if you found a message from a stranger that said, “I’M PREGNANT,” on your husband’s phone? Would you laugh it off as a mistake? Or would it consume you, gnawing at your thoughts until you had to uncover the truth?
I’m Caroline, 42, and I’ve been married to Daniel for 12 years. We have two boys, ten and five, and we’ve built a messy, beautiful life together. I’ve never had a reason to distrust him. We’ve always shared everything — our phones, our plans, and our dreams.
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If his phone buzzed while he was out of reach, he’d just say, “Can you read that for me?” That’s why, when his phone pinged last Tuesday while he was rinsing dishes, I didn’t think twice.
I picked it up and saw a text from an unknown number: “I’M PREGNANT.”
At first, I laughed, calling out to him, “Wrong number, babe. Someone’s telling you they’re pregnant!” I was already reaching to show him the screen.
Daniel turned his head, water still running, and smiled briefly. “Weird,” he said, shrugging. “Just delete it.”
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That night, as I lay in bed, the memory of his dismissive tone gnawed at me. I rolled over to face him in the darkness.
“Daniel?” I whispered. “Are you awake?”
“Mmm,” he murmured. “What’s wrong?”
“Remember that text today? It just felt… strange. The way you brushed it off.”
He reached for my hand under the covers. “Caroline, honey, you’re overthinking this. Come here.” He pulled me closer, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.
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“It’s just… you didn’t even look at it. Aren’t you curious who might have the wrong number?”
“It’s probably just spam,” he said, his voice thick with sleep. “Let’s not let some random text ruin our peace, okay?”
I hesitated. Something about how quickly he dismissed it felt off, but I told myself I was being paranoid. It was probably just some poor woman texting the wrong number, right?
But then, two days later, there was another message. This one made my stomach twist: “Will be waiting for you at La Bella Vita on Friday. Got a reservation at 7 p.m. See you then. Love you.”
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I stared at the screen, my heart pounding in my chest. This wasn’t a mistake. It couldn’t be. The first message was strange enough, but this one? It was clear. This person wasn’t texting the wrong number — they were texting MY HUSBAND.
That night, as we sat on the couch after the kids were in bed, I casually asked, “Hey, have you gotten any more weird messages from that number?”
Daniel didn’t even flinch. “No,” he said, reaching for the remote.
I pressed further. “Are you sure?”
He glanced at me briefly, his expression calm but dismissive. “Yeah! Someone’s just messing around. Forget about it, honey.”
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I grabbed the remote from his hand and switched off the TV. The screen went dark, but my mind buzzed with suspicion. Why would Daniel lie to me?
By Friday, the message had completely consumed my thoughts. My husband claimed he had a work meeting that night and would be home late.
“I’ll just eat with the boys,” I said casually, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Sorry, babe,” he said, pulling on his jacket. “I’ll make it up to you this weekend.” He kissed the top of my head and walked out.
As soon as the door closed, I grabbed my keys and called the babysitter. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely dial the number.
“Yes, ma’am?” our regular sitter, Jenny, answered.
“Jenny, I need you to come over. Right now. It’s an emergency.”
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“Is everything okay?” she asked, concern evident in her voice.
I choked back a sob. “I don’t know. I honestly don’t know anymore.”
La Bella Vita was one of those upscale restaurants where couples celebrate anniversaries and job promotions. It wasn’t the kind of place you went for a casual meal.
I sat in my car in the parking lot, gripping the steering wheel. My stomach churned, and for a moment, I wondered if I should just drive home. But then I thought about the texts from the stranger. If I ignored this, I’d never be able to forgive myself.
I caught my reflection in the rearview mirror. “You can do this,” I whispered to myself. “Whatever happens in there, you deserve the truth.”
At 7:30, I walked inside.
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The hostess greeted me with a smile. “Do you have a reservation?”
“No,” I said, scanning the dining room behind her. My heart stopped when I saw Daniel sitting at a table near the window.
He wasn’t alone. His hand was on HERS.
There was a young girl, maybe 17 or 18, sitting across from him. Her face was animated, her hands gesturing as she talked. Beside her was an older woman — close to my age, but dressed in a way that screamed “trying to impress.”
And Daniel? He was smiling. The girl’s hand rested lightly on his as he listened to her.
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My legs felt like lead as I walked toward them. Each step felt like walking through quicksand, my chest tightening with every breath.
“So, this is your ‘work meeting’?” I hissed.
Daniel’s head snapped up, his eyes wide. “Caroline!” he said, half-standing. “Wh… what are you doing here? How did you…? WELL, I’M SO GLAD THAT YOU CAME!”
“Are you?” I asked, folding my arms.
“Please,” he said quickly, pulling out an empty chair. “Sit down. I can explain everything.”
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I glanced at the two women. The younger girl looked confused, but the older woman? She looked annoyed, like I’d just crashed something important.
“Who is she?” the older woman demanded, her eyes narrowing at Daniel. “You didn’t say anyone else was coming.”
“She’s my wife, Caroline. I didn’t know she was coming,” Daniel admitted, his voice strained. “Caroline, please, sit down.”
I sat down, my eyes never leaving Daniel. “Start explaining.”
Daniel took a deep breath. “This is… complicated. Caroline, this is my daughter, Sophie. And this is her mother, Lisa.”
His words didn’t make sense. “Your DAUGHTER?” I repeated.
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My head literally started spinning. I gripped the edge of the table to steady myself when Daniel nodded, tears slowly brimming in his eyes.
“A daughter?” I whispered. “All these years… all these years we’ve been together, and you never once mentioned —”
“Because I didn’t know!” Daniel’s voice cracked. “Caroline, look at me. I swear on our boys’ lives, I had no idea until a few weeks ago.”
“A few weeks?”
“Yes,” he said, leaning forward. “She’s 18. I didn’t know about her until a few weeks ago. Lisa and I dated in high school. We broke up, and… I had no idea she was pregnant when we broke up. She raised our child… alone.”
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I turned to Lisa, who was sitting stiffly in her chair. “You’ve known for 18 years and never thought to tell him?”
Lisa’s expression hardened. “We didn’t exactly part on good terms. And honestly, I didn’t think he’d care.”
“Didn’t think he’d care?” I snapped. “Then why now? What made you decide to contact him?”
Sophie spoke up for the first time, her voice small. “Mom always said he left us…”
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“That’s not true,” Daniel said firmly, his eyes glistening. “Sophie, I would never have abandoned you. Never.”
Lisa’s face flushed. “Well, it doesn’t matter now, does it? We’re here because Sophie’s pregnant.”
I blinked, stunned. “She’s PREGNANT?”
Lisa nodded. “And I don’t want her to make the same mistakes I did. The man has to take responsibility, and as Sophie’s father, Daniel needs to help us… financially.”
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My jaw clenched as I turned to Daniel. “Financially? You didn’t think to discuss this with me first?”
“Caroline,” Daniel started, “I was going to tell you —”
“When?” I cut him off. “Before or after you handed them a check?”
Sophie burst into tears. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “I didn’t want any of this. Mom insisted…”
Lisa crossed her arms and glared at me. “This is none of your business. It’s between my daughter and her father.”
“None of my business?” I laughed bitterly. “This absolutely is my business. If Daniel’s going to support you financially, it’s coming out of OUR budget. The budget that feeds our children, pays for their school, and their future.”
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“Your children?” Lisa sneered. “Sophie is his flesh and blood too!”
“Stop it!” Sophie cried out. “Just stop! I can’t take this anymore!” She pushed back from the table, her chair scraping loudly against the floor.
“Sophie, wait —” Daniel reached for her, but she pulled away.
“I never wanted money,” she said, tears streaming down her face. “I just… I just wanted to know my father. To know if he would’ve wanted me if he had known.”
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Daniel’s face crumpled. “Of course I would have wanted you. Sophie, please —”
I watched the scene unfold, something nagging at the back of my mind. Sophie’s outburst felt… rehearsed somehow. Like a performance designed to tug at our heartstrings.
Years of teaching drama to fifth graders had made me pretty good at spotting the difference between genuine emotion and acting. And something about this felt off.
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I turned to Daniel, my voice low and steady. “If you’re going to help them, fine. But we need proof. A DNA test to confirm she’s YOUR daughter, and a medical certificate confirming the pregnancy. Until then, we’re not committing to anything.”
Lisa’s face turned red. “How dare you question us?”
“Because this affects MY family too,” I said firmly. “If you’re telling the truth, you shouldn’t have a problem proving it.”
The meeting ended awkwardly. Lisa stormed out, dragging Sophie with her, and Daniel stayed behind, his head in his hands.
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“Caroline,” he said softly, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to keep this from you. I just… I didn’t know how to handle it when Lisa and Sophie texted me. Lisa said she got my number from one of my college friends.”
I reached across the table and lifted his chin. “Look at me. Did you really not know about Sophie?”
His eyes met mine, filled with pain and regret. “I swear to you, I had no idea. When Lisa contacted me… it was like my whole world shifted. She told me that I have a daughter, Caroline. A daughter I never knew existed.”
“You should have started with the truth,” I said, standing up. “From now on, that’s the only thing I’m willing to accept.”
The next few days were tense. Lisa sent a few more texts asking for money, but Daniel stuck to my request for proof. When we insisted on a DNA test, the messages stopped altogether, and both their numbers were suddenly disconnected.
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One night, I found Daniel sitting alone in the dark, staring at his phone.
“What if she really was my daughter?” he whispered. “What if I just lost my only chance to know her?”
I wrapped my arms around him from behind. “If Sophie is your daughter, she’ll find you again.”
A week later, Daniel got a call from an old friend and was shaken to his core.
“Lisa has pulled this trick before with her ‘pregnant daughter,’” he told Daniel. “Same story, different guy, pal. Both Lisa and Sophie are running a scam. They target Lisa’s exes from high school, claiming Sophie is their long-lost child. Last year, they got ten grand from Mike — her ex before she started dating you — and disappeared from town before he figured out the truth.”
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That night, as we lay in bed, Daniel finally broke down. The sobs that wracked his body were unlike anything I’d ever heard from him.
“I really thought…” he choked out. “For a moment, I really believed I had a daughter.”
I held him close. “You were naive… but don’t let anyone take advantage of your kindness again.”
Daniel hugged me tight, tears in his eyes. “Thank you for being strong when I wasn’t,” he whispered.
I kissed his cheek. “We’re a team, Daniel. But if you ever lie to me again, that team is over.”
He nodded, pulling me closer. “Never again,” he promised. “Our family is everything to me. Everything.”
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As we drifted off to sleep, I thought about how easily a few text messages had almost shattered our world. And how a stranger’s fake tears had nearly cost us not just money, but our trust in each other.
I held Daniel closer, grateful that we’d emerged stronger, wiser, and more united than before. Sometimes the hardest moments show us exactly what we’re made of and what we’re worth fighting for.
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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