“Roseanne” star Roseanne Barr, 70, looks “amazing” as she returns to Hollywood nearly five years after she was fired and “lost everything.”

Roseanne” star Roseanne Barr, 70, returned to Hollywood nearly five years after she was fired and “lost everything.”

She looks fantastic with long hair and makeup in a photo after flirting with Rihanna’s boyfriend, A$AP Rocky.

Barr revealed how TV daughter Sara Gilbert “destroyed” her life.

Roseanne Barr, the face of the hit show “Roseanne,” made a comeback. After a long time away from the spotlight, the actress has made her way back to Hollywood with a new comedy show titled, “Roseanne Barr: Cancel This!”

The actress also had some more excellent news after a new documentary on her long and intricate career was released. The return to show business comes after she made an insensitive comment about Valerie Jarrett, a presidential adviser back in 2018.

The comedy actress opened up after being canceled in 2018, saying she “lost everything.” The ordeal came just as her highly successful TV show was starting its reboot. After the comment, however, television executives decided the best course of action would be to cancel the reboot just as it started airing.

Barr also said it felt like a personal attack on her after her character was killed off.

But Barr refused to lie down. She opened up about the years after 2018, saying it was discouraging to be silenced wherever she went. She asked the studio executives for a chance to apologize and explain her actions, but they refused. She mentioned, “And they denied me the right to apologize.”

Luckily, Barr has gotten back up again and is being open about her experiences between 2018 and now. She has taken a step back from Twitter, investing in her Instagram presence instead. And fans have shown their support, saying, “You look fabulous Roseanne.”

Many users took to Barr’s comment section to show their support after the 70-year-old revealed her “makeup & long hair” look. One said, “You look absolutely AMAZING!!!!” In line with her new-found confidence, Barr sent A$AP Rocky a message, saying, “Call me when you get tired of Rihanna.”

Sara Gilbert, who played Barr’s on-screen daughter in “Roseanne,” also commented on the explosive Tweet.

Barr posed with her new hairdo and nails, smiling broadly in an Instagram post. She looked extremely happy to be back after the controversy, and Instagram users complimented her on the interview where the photo was taken.

How Did Roseanne Barr Feel after She Was Canceled?
Losing her job and being vilified by many people who used to be her fans and co-workers took its toll on Barr. She mentioned that she felt utterly alone. She noted it seemed to her as if she was being attacked from all sides by people who were jealous of her and who wanted to see her fall.

Gilbert was a considerable driving force behind the show’s reboot, and she corresponded with Barr to ensure she wanted to be a part of it.

Barr also said it felt like a personal attack on her after her character was killed off. To her, it was a message saying they didn’t want her around anymore and a direct dismissal of the work she did over the years. She commented:

“I’m the only person who’s lost everything, whose life’s work was stolen, stolen by people who I thought loved me.”

Although she has survived being canceled, Barr mentioned it was a terrible time. She described it as a “witch-burning” and as “terrifying” times in her life, noting, “I would die many times.” Although she’s glad to be back, she surely won’t forget the ordeal anytime soon.

What Did Sara Gilbert Do before Barr’s Cancellation?
After Barr’s controversial comments, numerous prominent Hollywood figures took to social media to show their disdain for her words. Everyone from Shonda Rhimes to congressman John Lewis criticized her, accusing her of being insensitive and urging her to apologize for what she said. But one accusatory comment left a deeper mark than the rest.

Sara Gilbert, who played Barr’s on-screen daughter in “Roseanne,” also commented on the explosive Tweet. Gilbert was a considerable driving force behind the show’s reboot, and she corresponded with Barr to ensure she wanted to be a part of it.

After Barr’s Tweet, however, Gilbert took to Instagram to express that the showrunners and the rest of the staff didn’t share the views expressed in the Tweet. Gilbert called the Tweet “abhorrent,” and mentioned that the TV show does not reflect what was implied in the Tweet. Barr responded to Gilbert’s statement:

“She destroyed the show and my life with that tweet. She will never get enough until she consumes my liver with a fine Chianti.”

Although Barr credited Gilbert’s statement for a large part of her downfall, Gilbert replied that her intentions were never to harm the actress. Instead, she mentioned that the show’s ending was heartbreaking for her, and she will always think of Barr as family.

My Husband’s ‘Business Partner’ Showed Up at Our Door and Mistook Me for the Cleaning Lady — I Decided to Play Along

When a charming stranger knocked on my door, mistaking me for the cleaning lady, I decided to play along. But what began as an amusing misunderstanding quickly unraveled into a shocking revelation.

The smell of lemon cleaner hung in the air as I scrubbed the kitchen counters. The faint hum of the dishwasher filled the quiet house.

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A woman cleaning her kitchen table | Source: Pexels

Cleaning wasn’t my favorite activity, but it kept my hands busy and my mind clear. I had just tossed the sponge into the sink when the doorbell rang.

I opened the door to find a man standing there, tall and polished, with a smile that could have been pulled straight from a toothpaste commercial. He held a leather briefcase in one hand and a sleek phone in the other.

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A smiling man holding his jacket | Source: Pexels

“Hello!” he said brightly. “I’m looking for Mr. Lambert. You must be the cleaning lady. Liliya, right?” He stepped forward, offering a hand. “I’m his business partner, David. Nice to meet you.”

Before I could correct him, he glanced at his watch and added, “I’ve heard so much about you from Mrs. Lambert. She showed me your picture.”

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A man talking to a young woman on her porch | Source: Midjourney

My heart skipped a beat. “Mrs. Lambert?” I asked, struggling to keep my voice steady.

“Yes! She and Greg are always such a great team,” he said with a laugh.

Mrs. Lambert? Then who am I supposed to be? The cleaning lady? My curiosity got the better of me. If he thought I was someone else, I’d play along.

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A nervous suspicious woman | Source: Midjourney

“Please, come in, sir,” I said with a small bow, trying not to laugh at the absurdity. “So, you’ve known Mr. and Mrs. Lambert for a long time?”

“Oh, years,” David said, settling onto the couch. “They’re quite the pair. Always look so happy together.”

I forced a polite smile. My pulse raced as I grabbed a glass of water, needing an excuse to leave the room for a moment. Who is this Mrs. Lambert he’s talking about?

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A nervous woman with a glass of water | Source: Midjourney

Back in the living room, I found David scrolling through his phone. He looked up. “You know, I have a picture of them. Let me show you.”

He passed me his phone, and my stomach dropped. There, smiling back at me, was my sister, Allison, arm in arm with Greg.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” David said.

A happy couple at a party | Source: Midjourney

A happy couple at a party | Source: Midjourney

I struggled to keep my composure. “When exactly was this photo taken?” I asked, my voice tight.

David didn’t notice. “Oh, about a year ago at a corporate event. Funny thing, Greg never really talked about his private life much. I thought he was single for the longest time. Then I ran into them on the street, and he introduced her as his wife.”

I swallowed hard and returned the phone to him. My ears were ringing, but David kept talking.

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A man showing a photo on his phone to a woman | Source: Midjourney

“They’re such a lovely couple,” he said. “Oh, and she showed me a picture of you once. I asked her, ‘Who’s this beautiful woman?’ and she said, ‘Oh, that’s our cleaning lady.'”

My hands tightened around the glass I was holding. Cleaning lady? Is this some kind of joke?

I set the glass down and forced a smile. “You must have lots of photos of them together.”

“Absolutely! Here’s another one from the same event.” My head spun. David looked at me with concern. “Liliya, are you alright?”

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A shocked woman on her couch | Source: Pexels

I took a deep breath, plastering a smile on my face. “I’m fine, sir. Would you like some coffee while you wait for Mr. Lambert?”

David smiled, oblivious to the storm brewing inside me. “That’d be great. Thank you.”

I walked back to the kitchen. Mrs. Lambert? My sister? What exactly is going on here?

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A woman making coffee | Source: Pexels

I returned to the living room, my heart pounding but my face composed. David sat awkwardly on the couch, stirring the coffee I’d given him. He looked up and gave me a polite smile.

“David,” I began, my voice calm but firm, “we need to talk.”

His smile faltered. “Uh, sure. About what?”

I gestured to the silver-framed photo on the mantel. “Do me a favor. Take a closer look at that picture.”

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A wedding photo on a shelf | Source: Midjourney

He hesitated, then picked up the frame. His brows furrowed as he studied it. “This… this is you,” he said slowly, confusion creeping into his voice.

“That’s right,” I said. “And the man standing next to me? That’s my husband. Greg Lambert.”

David blinked, his grip on the frame tightening. “Wait. What are you saying?”

I folded my hands in my lap and leaned forward. “I’m not the cleaning lady, David. I’m Mrs. Lambert. The real Mrs. Lambert.”

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A serious woman in a chair | Source: Midjourney

His face went pale. He put the photo back on the mantel as if it had burned him. “I… I don’t understand. I thought…” He trailed off, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“You thought my sister, Allison, was Mrs. Lambert,” I finished for him.

He nodded, still struggling to process. “She told me… Greg introduced her as his wife. She even showed me pictures of the two of them together. I didn’t know. I swear, I didn’t know!”

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A nervous man in a chair | Source: Midjourney

I let the silence hang for a moment, watching him squirm. Finally, I asked, “David, why did you come here today?”

He hesitated, then sighed. “I came to convince Greg to sell his share of the business to me. But… it’s complicated.”

“Complicated how?”

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A tired man looking up | Source: Pexels

“Well, the share isn’t technically in Greg’s name,” David admitted, glancing at me nervously. “It’s under Mrs. Lambert’s name. Your name.”

“And my sister forged my signature to block the sale?” I asked, my tone sharp.

David’s eyes widened. “I… I didn’t know it was forged, but yes, she stopped the sale. I thought it was your decision.”

I laughed bitterly, hiding my anger. “It wasn’t. But thank you for confirming what I suspected.”

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An angry woman | Source: Pexels

David looked as though he wanted to crawl under the coffee table. “I feel terrible about this. I didn’t mean to drag you into anything. If I’d known—”

“It’s fine,” I interrupted, though my voice carried a steely edge. “This isn’t your fault. But since you’re here, let’s finalize the deal. How much are you offering for Greg’s share?”

A serious sad man in a armchair | Source: Midjourney

A serious sad man in a armchair | Source: Midjourney

David blinked, startled by my sudden shift in tone. “Uh, the original offer was quite substantial, but I’m willing to go higher if it means resolving this quickly.” He named a figure that made my head spin.

I kept my face neutral, though my mind raced. “That’s acceptable. I’ll handle the paperwork. Can you have your legal team send over the documents by tomorrow?”

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A serious woman looking to her side | Source: Freepik

“Yes, absolutely,” David said, nodding eagerly. “Thank you, Mrs. Lambert. I mean—”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said with a faint smile. “Let’s just get this done.”

The next evening, Greg burst through the front door, slamming it behind him. His face was flushed with anger, his tie loosened and his jacket slung over his arm.

“What the hell did you do?!” he shouted.

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A furious man | Source: Pexels

I was sitting on the couch, reading a book. I barely looked up. “Hello, Greg. Long day?”

“Don’t play games with me!” he snapped, throwing his jacket onto a chair. “You sold my share of the business! Do you even realize what you’ve done?”

I closed the book and set it on the coffee table. “I know exactly what I’ve done, Greg. I’ve solved your little problem.”

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A confident woman on her couch | Source: Freepik

“My problem?” he shouted, his face turning redder by the second. “You had no right to sell that share! That’s my company, my future!”

I stood up, facing him. “Wrong. The share was in my name. And after what I learned, I decided it was time to take control.”

Greg’s bluster faltered. “What… what are you talking about?”

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A shocked man | Source: Pexels

“I’m talking about Allison,” I said, my voice cold. “Your little ‘wife.’ Or did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

Greg froze, his mouth slightly open. “Listen, I can explain—”

“No,” I cut him off. “I’m done listening to your excuses. I’ve already spoken to a lawyer. And in case you’re wondering, yes, I’ll be filing for divorce.”

Greg’s jaw dropped. “Divorce? Are you serious?”

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A couple arguing | Source: Pexels

“As serious as I’ve ever been,” I said, my voice calm but firm. “And since you and Allison forged my signature, I’m entitled to compensation. The sale is already finalized. David will transfer the funds to my account by the end of the week.”

Greg staggered back, collapsing into a chair. “You… you can’t do this. You’re ruining me.”

I folded my arms, staring down at him. “No, Greg. You ruined yourself.”

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A disgusted woman in a green sweater | Source: Freepik

Two weeks later, I walked out of my lawyer’s office with a signed divorce agreement in hand and a newfound sense of freedom. The settlement was more than generous.

Not only did I secure my rightful share of Greg’s business sale, but I also received significant compensation for the fraud committed under my name. Justice had been served.

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Signing divorce papers | Source: Pexels

I cut ties with both Greg and Allison. My lawyer ensured the fraud never escalated to court, but the legal threat was enough to shatter their carefully constructed web of lies. Greg lost his business, and as far as I knew, his relationship with Allison didn’t survive the fallout.

For days, I replayed the betrayal in my mind, feeling a mixture of anger and sadness. But as time passed, anger gave way to clarity. They had taken my trust for granted, but their deceit had shown me a strength I didn’t know I had.

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A sad woman looking out of her window | Source: Pexels

Standing in my living room, I glanced at the space where Greg’s picture once sat. It was gone now, replaced by a simple vase of fresh flowers. I smiled.

This wasn’t the end of my story. It was a new beginning. And this time, I would write it on my terms.

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A woman dancing in the leaves | Source: Pexels

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